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See what I mean?

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

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

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

Ma wants you, Alvin.

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

A little religion wouldn't do him no hurt.

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

Well, here we are.

"History of the United States."

When I started out I felt just like you said.

and all them fellows are dropping around me,

Come on out and keep your hands up.

which way would you be a-going?

The devil was a-pushing me from behind.

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

to bring the mail from Rugby.

Well, I ain't never learnt, Sergeant.

You coming peaceful?

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

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

No mistaking the voices of 'em hound dogs.

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

by the people and for the people.

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

No, I don't think so, Captain.

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

Corn is thicker than fur on a squirrel.

- Daniel Boone? - Yeah.

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

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

Business is business.

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

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

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

I hope you will be comfortable here, Sergeant York.

- Yessum. - Getting married?

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

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

No, sir, I ain't.

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

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

Squirrels'd go mighty hungry

Oh, I don't know.

Well, the Book says so.

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

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

Lord, if you can,

Fire when ready.

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

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

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

Alvin York done shot his initials in this tree.

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

Take a deep breath.

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

But they was exaggerating some.

and they amount to around a quarter of million dollars.

Liked to kill hisself trying.

Certainly, Captain. Sit down, York.

Who was you saying it was?

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

Then you kind of be a-working for yourself.

But it was this way, Colonel.

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

No, it wouldn't.

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

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

four, two, mark.

This entire German salient, holding up the Argonne advance

because they had to rear up and show themselves

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

And it ain't gonna take very long either

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

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

- Is he? - Yes, sir.

and couldn't show themselves without being hit.

two sacks of rabbit skins,

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

Coming, George.

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

I rather hoped that you would, York.

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

Mighty good shooting for a man in his liquor.

Hey! Hey! War! Hey!

this here clock and a sack of goose feathers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you will.

I ain't proud of what happened over there.

Hey, we can't handle all that gang.

If we can't drink to something,

Belly to the ground, you babies.

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

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

Alvin C. York! Report to Major Buxton immediately.

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

you could be hanging a bucket on.

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

I said, when are you coming home?

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

- God. - Country...