Glory

1:06:20

What you looking at?
You think you better than me?

1:06:23

You think you my judge?
You ain´t nothing.

1:06:44

Dear Father:: I need your help:

1:06:50

Despite my many requests,
it´s clear that we´re to be used:::

1:06:53

::: only for manual labour:

1:06:58

Morale is low, the men´s good humour
darkened by idleness and despair:

1:07:04

Why keep drilling,
if they´ll never be given:::

1:07:06

::: the opportunity
to prove themselves?

1:07:11

I´ve written to Governor Andrew
and the general staff in Washington:

1:07:15

But I feel that only a letter
directly from you to Lincoln himself: ::

1:07:19

::: can have the desired effect:

1:07:22

I can think of no other course:

1:07:27

I am sure you both pray, as I do:::

1:07:29

::: that all this
has not been in vain:

1:07:31

Hey, it look like
we´re going the wrong way.

1:07:35

Hey, come on now.
Buck up, boys.

1:07:37

Hey, buck up, now.
Come on.

1:07:39

Someday they gonna
let the 54th get into it, see?

1:07:42

And all your troubles´ll be over.
Come on, now, cheer up.

1:07:48

What´d you say, boy?

1:07:51

Boy?
Hey, let me tell you--

1:07:53

-Shut up, Trip.
-Would you get up off me, snowflake?

1:07:58

See, let me explain something to you.