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Gettysburg (Colonel Joshua Chamberlain)

Gettysburg (Colonel Joshua Chamberlain)

Category: Movie Role: Colonel Joshua Chamberlain From: Gettysburg

You know who we are and what we’re doing here, but if you want to fight along side us, there’s some things I want you to know. This regiment was formed last summer in Maine. There were a thousand of us then. There are less than three hundred of us now. All of us volunteered to fight for the Union, just as you did. Some came mainly because we were bored at home, thought this looked like it might be fun. Some came because we were ashamed not to. Many of us came because it was the right thing to do. All of us have seen men die. This is a different kind of army. If you look back through history, you will see men fighting for pay, for women, for some other kind of loot. They fight for land, power, because a king leads them or, or just because they like killing. But we are here for something new. This has not happened much in the history of the world. We are an army out to set other men free. … America should be free ground – all of it. Not divided by a line between slave state and free, all the way from here to the Pacific Ocean. No man has to bow. No man born to royalty. Here, we judge you by what you do, not by who your father was. Here, you can be something. Here, is the place to build a home. But it’s not the land. There’s always more land. It’s the idea that we all have value – you and me. What we’re fighting for, in the end, we’re fighting for each other. Sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to preach. You, uh, you go ahead. You talk for awhile. Uh, if you, uh, if you choose to join us, you want your muskets back, you can have ’em. Nothing more will be said by anybody anywhere. If you, uh, choose not to join us, well you can come along under guard, and when this is all over I will do what I can to see you get a fair treatment. But for now, we’re moving out. Gentlemen, I think if we lose this fight, we lose the war. So if you choose to join us, I’ll be personally very grateful.

Gettysburg (Link)

Category: Play Role: Link From: Gettysburg

Link says

Set quiet!
Dead folks don’t set, and livin’ folks kin stand,
and Link–he kin set quiet.–God a’mighty,
how kin he set, and them a-marchin’ thar
with old John Brown? Lord God, you ain’t forgot
the boys, have ye? the boys, how they come marchin’
home to ye, live and dead, behind old Brown,
a-singin’ Glory to ye! Jest look down:
thar’s Gettysburg, thar’s Cemetery Ridge:
don’t say ye disremember them! And thar’s
the colors. Look, he’s picked ’em up–the sergeant’s
blood splotched ’em some–but thar they be, still flyin’!
Link done that: Link–the spry boy, what they call
Chipmunk: you ain’t forgot his double-step,
have ye?
My God, why do You keep on marchin’
and leave him settin’ here?
No!–I–won’t–set!

Them are the boys that marched to Kingdom-Come
ahead of us, but we keep fallin’ in line.
Them voices–Lord, I guess you’ve brought along
Your Sunday choir of young angel folks
to help the boys out.
Glory!–Never mind me singin’: you kin drown me out. But I’m goin’ t’ jine in, or bust!

Gettysburg (Link)

Category: Play Role: Link From: Gettysburg

Link says

The Bloody Sundown! God, that crazy sun:
she set a dozen times that afternoon,
red-yeller as a punkin jack-o’-lantern,
rairin’ and pitchin’ through the roarin’ smoke
till she clean busted, like the other bombs,
behind the hills. Scart? Wall, I wonder!
Chick, look a-thar: them little stripes and stars.
I heerd a feller onct, down to the store,–
a dressy mister, span-new from the city–
layin’ the law down: “All this stars and stripes,”
says he, “and red and white and blue is rubbish,
mere sentimental rot, spread-eagleism!”
“I wan’t’ know!” says I. “In sixty-three,
I knowed a lad, named Link. Onct, after sundown
I met him stumblin’–with two dead men’s muskets
for crutches–towards a bucket, full of ink—
water, they called it. When he’d drunk a spell,
he tuk the rest to wash his bullet-holes.—
Wall, sir, he had a piece o’ splintered stick,
with red and white and blue, tore’most t’ tatters,
a-danglin’ from it. ‘Be you color sergeant?’
says I. ‘Not me,’ says Link; ‘the sergeant’s dead;
but when he fell, he handed me this bit
o’ rubbish–red and white and blue.’ And Link
he laughed. ‘What be you laughin’ for?’ says I.
‘Oh, nothin’. Ain’t it lovely, though!'” says Link.