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Alvin, how do you know that it happened just that-a-way?

"History of the United States."

Take a deep breath.

- What does it say, Lem? - Well...

You better get yourself a pair of 'em specs, Zeke.

Well, it's a bargain. I'll take it.

And there ain't nothing written in the Book that ain't the truth.

You... You lend me a couple of...

Fire when ready.

You coming peaceful?

Well, here we are.

- Oh, come on, Alvin. - His word weren't no count.

You know, you Yanks just got here in the nick of time.

because they had to rear up and show themselves

Oh, I don't know.

- Your first trip in these parts, ain't it? - Yes.

Nary a bit. He's just mighty well fed, that's all.

I said, when are you coming home?

A little religion wouldn't do him no hurt.

The devil was a-pushing me from behind.

Don't pull it. Squeeze it slowly. Just like you were squeezing a lemon.

Well, I ain't never learnt, Sergeant.

Hey, we can't handle all that gang.

and all them fellows are dropping around me,

Certainly, Captain. Sit down, York.

No, it wouldn't.

No, I don't think so, Captain.

by the people and for the people.

You gotta make him let loose of you before it's too late.

to bring the mail from Rugby.

I ain't proud of what happened over there.

Want me to be a-setting four places, Ma, or just three?

It's yours, Alvin. It's all yours. They give it to you.

But they was exaggerating some.

Bust him in the eye, Alvin, if he winks at you.

Sure takes a body's breath away, but I reckon we'll get through it all right.

Maybe you will.

- Daniel Boone? - Yeah.

Come on out and keep your hands up.

I ain't seen you in a coon's age. Where you been keeping yourself?

- Is he? - Yes, sir.

Mighty good shooting for a man in his liquor.

All right, gentlemen. That's all, Corporal.

and I'm sure grateful to you for this here key.

This entire German salient, holding up the Argonne advance

two sacks of rabbit skins,

- You ain't letting him have it. - I don't know.

And it ain't gonna take very long either

- God. - Country...

- You gotta register, Alvin. - I ain't a-going to. I ain't a-going to war.

Squirrels'd go mighty hungry

It took a heap of looking, but he come easy.

Hey! Hey! War! Hey!

Look likes the Germans might get into Paris, don't you think?

"We find further, that it has no special creed except the Bible,

I rather hoped that you would, York.

- Bull's-eye. - Bull's-eye.

the rest of 'em will see him drop and fly off, see?

Well, he's worth $40 if he's worth a cent.

four, two, mark.

Pall Mall. Valley of the Three Forks of the Wolf.

Who was you saying it was?

and they amount to around a quarter of million dollars.

you could be hanging a bucket on.

No, sir, I ain't.

Takes time, it do. But you'll get the hang of it.

No mistaking the voices of 'em hound dogs.

But it was this way, Colonel.

I hope you will be comfortable here, Sergeant York.

- What else you got? - Well, there's

I reckon you could have got here quicker if you had carried Betsy.

Coming, George.

Well, the Book says so.

Zeb here was telling me there's gonna be a dance over to Thomson's Mill.

Alvin York done shot his initials in this tree.

Now, which one of them's got the most meat on him?

Then you kind of be a-working for yourself.

Here you are, Jim. I reckon I won't wait to be drafted.

Been standing there since your pa was a boy a-plowing in the same field.

And judging by all these offers you've been getting,

Business is business.

- Yessum. - Getting married?

And I'm going to approve your promotion to the rank of corporal.

Well, I'm as much against killing as ever, sir.

this here clock and a sack of goose feathers.

Well, come along, Zeke. You load 'em and I'll shoot 'em.

and the house is bigger, with more windows, and the kitchen's got a pump.

Belly to the ground, you babies.

Well, I don't go around kissing men I ain't gonna be a-marrying.

See what I mean?

When I started out I felt just like you said.

Lord, if you can,

I can't no ways see how I can miss that whole great big target.

Liked to kill hisself trying.

If we can't drink to something,

Is this here the last word or has he got some place to appeal?

and couldn't show themselves without being hit.

Ma wants you, Alvin.

And I'm gonna build you one of 'em sinks.

in order to shoot at me and the rest of the boys back here.

which way would you be a-going?

- Howdy, Daniel Boone. - There's your beef, Alvin. All yours.

You don't think much of yourself, do you?

- I'm telling you, York? - Who's they?

Alvin C. York! Report to Major Buxton immediately.

Corn is thicker than fur on a squirrel.