:12:03
Through the gates and over the walls
of Sebastopol. Will you join me?
:12:07
-We'd not get up the slopes, Russell.
-l would.
:12:09
He would, but he would be alone.
:12:11
Yes, alone. Death loves a crowd.
Watch how death will pick out the crowds.
:12:15
Death loves a crowd,
so do fools and funkers.
:12:18
The swords are out, the pickets are in.
Do you feel it?
:12:21
Will you join me?
:13:11
They're making fools of us now.
:13:41
Whoever is wounded, lie where he is
until a bandsman comes to him.
:13:45
No soldier may go off
carrying wounded men.
:13:48
lf any man does such a thing, his name
shall be stuck up in his parish church.
:13:52
Come! Advance!