RALL
Oh, I haven't got a whole brigade.
HONEYMAN
Ye ain't?
RALL
No, just a thousand men, that's all! Why sir, they can all get roarin' drunk on the ration I'll issue 'em.
HONEYMAN
An' like as not they will, eh, Colonel?
RALL (chuckling)
Well, Honeyman, what do you expect o' soldiers? Christmas you know—and out here in this God-forsaken place. Let 'em get drunk, I say. There's nothing else to do.