Sgt. Vinson:
I need a six-foot hole dug. Any volunteers?
Pvt. McGurney: Don't look at me, Sergeant. I'm too overcome with grief.
Pvt. Pendelton: Well, I certainly can't do that!
Pvt. Collins: All right, I'll be the goat. Half the tobacco?
Pvt. McGurney: Collins, three feet will be plenty. He was only half a man.
Pvt. McGurney: Don't look at me, Sergeant. I'm too overcome with grief.
Pvt. Pendelton: Well, I certainly can't do that!
Pvt. Collins: All right, I'll be the goat. Half the tobacco?
Pvt. McGurney: Collins, three feet will be plenty. He was only half a man.
[Vinson's cavalry patrol hurriedly buries a dead trooper]
Sgt. Vinson: Collins, that deep enough. Roll him in and cover him up. Let's move!
Pvt. Collins: You mean without reading the Good Book?
Sgt. Vinson: If he needs our help to make it upstairs, he's in worse shape than he looks.
Sgt. Vinson: Collins, that deep enough. Roll him in and cover him up. Let's move!
Pvt. Collins: You mean without reading the Good Book?
Sgt. Vinson: If he needs our help to make it upstairs, he's in worse shape than he looks.