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Originally Posted by Kapitan_Phillips
WALES! TO ARMS BOYO!  |
Jones-716: What's he going to do, Five-nine-three?
Jones-593: Oh, I think he wants to be a hero, Seven-one-six.
Schiess: Haven't you rednecks got names instead of numbers?
Jones-593: This is a Welsh regiment, man - though there are some foreigners from England in it, mind. I am Jones from Builth Cywyd. He is Jones from Builth Wells. There are four more Joneses in C Company. Confusing, isn't it, Dutchy? What's your name, then?
Schiess: It's Schiess - and I'm not Dutch! I'm Swiss.
Jones-716: Well, there's a silly man, by damn. He's got himself into a private war!
Schiess: I belong to Natal Mounted Police.
Jones-593:
(sharp intake of breath) That true, then? He's a Peeler, Seven-one-six, come to arrest the Zulus.
Schiess: What do you know about Zulus?
Jones-716: Bunch of savages, isn't it?
Schiess: All right, how far can you rednecks march in a day?
Jones-716: Oh, fifteen, twenty miles, is it?
Schiess: A Zulu regiment can run -
RUN - fifty miles, and fight a battle at the end of it!
Jones-593: Well, it's daft that is, then! I don't see no sense in running to fight a battle.
