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And now the sick in their beds.
All of you.
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I don't think so, Mr Witt.
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The army doesn't like
more than one disaster in a day.
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Looks bad in the newspapers and
upsets civilians at their breakfast.
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Sir, the Book says, "There is no king
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that can be saved
by the multitude of a host..."
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Mr Witt?
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When I have the impertinence
to climb into your pulpit
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and deliver a sermon,
then you may tell me my duty.
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It is not your duty
to sacrifice the sick.
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Are you a student of tactics too,
Miss Witt?
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Are you a Christian?
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Sgt Windridge?
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It is your duty
to let us take those men away.
:32:42
Not that way, Miss Witt.
:32:44
- Sir.
- Come, daughter.
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Sergeant, put two good men
on that hill.
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Tell them to keep their eyes peeled.
:32:57
- Mr Bromhead, sir?
- Double up, dammit!
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Carry on, Sgt Windridge,
there's a good fellow.
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Colour Sergeant Bourne?
Mr Bromhead?
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I had a calf like you once,
back home in Merioneth.
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I'll get you some milk.
I'll make you strong.
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Would you like that, then?
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What the hell do you think
you're doing? Shut up!
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Owen!
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Yes, Sergeant?
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- You've got a voice?
- Yes, baritone, Sergeant.
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Get up on that hill
and sing out if you see anything.
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You too.
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And take your bandook,
you dozy Welshman!