:25:17
Boy, I could sure go
for a cold glass of beer.
:25:20
Shut up!
:25:33
Why don't we keep going?
:25:35
Every time I stop,
I get these shooting pains.
:25:37
At least I'm good and numb
while we're hiking.
:25:41
I'm going to keep on my feet
as long as Huxley does.
:25:44
Same here.
We're only one day from McKay.
:25:48
Speak to me.
:25:50
All right.
Let's hit the road!
:25:52
On your feet!
:25:58
Count up!
:26:02
Come on, kid. On your feet.
:26:05
You ain't gonna get married out here.
:26:13
Our feet were pounded
into numbness.
:26:15
The packs cut deep
into our shoulders.
:26:17
But the murderous cadence
never let up.
:26:19
The stronger ones
kept the weaker ones going.
:26:23
Pass the word back.
:26:25
We're picking up the pace.
:26:29
All right! Pass the word back!
We're speeding up the pace!
:26:32
- Keep it closed up back there!
- High Pockets has gone crazy.
:26:37
Bet he drops before we do.
:26:39
You laying any odds on that, cousin?
:26:41
Then, as a man, the whole battalion
became obsessed with a single thought:
:26:46
To keep marching, pushing Huxley
until he fell flat on his face.
:26:59
Ten kilometers from Camp McKay.
It might as well have been 100.