The Horse Soldiers Page #8

- They're all critical.

May I speak to them?

- I'd rather you didn't.

They've got to be quiet.

I've given them all the laudanum I have.

It's a lousy finish for good men.

There'll be a medic with that reb column.

Get your horse.

I can't count on that.

You mean you're staying?

Medicine's where you find it.

- Even in Andersonville?

Even in Andersonville.

I wouldn't blame you if you slap it away.

Shake hands?

Doctor, Major Gray.

- All right, coming.

When your next doctor

takes that bandage off...

I know. Tree moss.

So longer, croaker.

Take care, section hand.

You're tired. You've helped a lot.

Thanks for it.

A poor way of being grateful

after what I've put you through.

You'd better be going.

- Yes, I guess I'd better.

Look, Hannah Hunter.

Thank God I won't be the cause

of hurting you any more.

Because it happens I'm in love with you.

( distant bugle)

Tell her the rest when you get back.

One of your own, sir.

- Get going.

Colonel, they're right on my tail.

(Marlowe) Let's go.

Doctor, could our regimental surgeon

be of any service to you?

I'd be grateful.

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