It's all right, boy. You sleep now. I'm damned if I can tell you why.
Damn you, Chard! Damn all you butchers!
It's... splendid, I know. But it's quite horrible, too, isn't it?
Animals! All of you, animals!
Now, don't distress yourself, my dear fellow. There's your own officer, over there. You go and speak to him.
Careful! POT that chap, somebody! Good fellow. Good fellow.
I thought I was tired of farming. No adventure in it. But when you look at it, this country's not a bit as good as Bala and the lake there. Not really green, like. And the soil... there's no moisture in it. Nothing to hold a man in his grave.
Well, there's a silly man, by damn! He's got himself into a private war.
Look at my men! If they're going to die, they'll die on their own farms. You're the professionals. You fight here if you want to.
You slovenly soldier.
C-can I... undo me, me tunic now?
I think they've got more guts than we have, boyo!
That's my boy, Hook! You're a soldier now! I've made a soldier of you!
Hooky, that's a flogging offense! For God's sake, man, get out!