Glory

:41:00

I miss Christmas on the Shaw lsland
and the smell of the sea:

:41:09

It´s Thomas.

:41:15

I just wanted to say....

:41:23

I wanted to say....

:41:29

Merry Christmas, Robert.

:41:34

Merry Christmas, Thomas.

:42:13

You´re Shaw, aren´t you?
Merry Christmas.

:42:15

Kendrick.
Division quartermaster.

:42:17

And this sorry piece of work is Haggis.
He writes vouchers.

:42:21

-Pleasure.
-Pleasure.

:42:24

-How´s it going down there?
-Very well. Thank you.

:42:27

It´s all right.

:42:28

Brass are up to Division,
planning the next disaster.

:42:32

You´re among friends now.

:42:33

How much longer you figure they last?

:42:36

I hear they´re deserting,
ten at a time.

:42:38

Well, you´re misinformed.
We haven´t had a single incident.

:42:42

See? I figure the nigs
never had it so good.

:42:44

Three square a day,
a roof over their heads.

:42:47

And they got to know nobody´s
gonna let them fight. Right?

:42:53

Yes, of course.

:42:55

Listen, if there´s anything you need.
A bottle for the cold nights?

:42:59

Yes. I´ve put in a requisition
for some shoes two weeks ago...