1:18:00
...that wanted to be Rough Riders.
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Bakers and barbers.
Congressmen and cattlemen.
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Ballplayers, farmers, reporters, cowboys.
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No, we didn't rough ride up that hill...
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...'cause we didn't have any horses.
1:18:26
We didn't charge up there, either.
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We crawled up there on our scared bellies.
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There was only one horse and one rider.
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That was Colonel Teddy.
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He went charging up that damn hill.
1:18:45
They shot his glasses off.
He put on another pair.
1:18:48
They nicked him in the elbow.
And he said, "Follow me!"
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And we did,
'cause we were too damn ashamed not to.
1:19:06
After the Hill, came the church.
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There was a French 75 out front.
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Every window had a rifle sticking out of it.
There was a Gatling gun in the bell tower.
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We could have called the artillery boys in
to blow it to pieces...
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...but outside, along the walls...
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...they'd tied all these people up.
Roped them together, hogtied them.
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Looked like a bunch of sandbags.
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Women and children, nuns and prisoners.
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My Paula among them.
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Neither me nor Luke nor anybody else
knew what to do.
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Inside the church, they knew what to do.
They opened up on us and we fell back.