: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!
:14:21
-Lucan, you're a stew stick.
-Fetch off.
:14:32
Poltroon.
:14:33
Bum roll.
:14:35
Draw your horse from round your ears,
and bring your head out of his arse.