Lt. Chard
[Colour Sergeant Bourne and several other soldiers have brought a drunken Mr. Witt and his daughter to their wagon to get them away before the Zulus attack.]
Keep driving with the sun at your back. Should make it safely.
Mr. Witt
Sergeant!
Margareta Witt
Father!
Mr. Witt
Leave me alone!
Lt. Chard
Try to understand him, Miss Witt.
Mr. Witt
Death awaits you! You have made a covenant with death and with Hell you are in agreement! You're all going to die! Don't you realize? Can't you see? You're all going to die! [Chard whips one of the horses. They start, pulling the Witts and their carriage away.] DIE! Death awaits you all! Die! Die!
Private Cole
He's right. Why is it us? Why us?
Colour Sgt. Bourne
Because we're here, lad. Nobody else. Just us.
Lt. Chard
Colour Sergeant.
Colour Sgt. Bourne
Right. Now, get back to your posts! On the double!
