The Lives of a Bengal Lancer1935

Major Hamilton:
[the men are arguing over Col. Stone's refusal to disobey orders in order to go after his captured son] He'll have nothing, if his boy doesn't carry on in this regiment.

Lieutenant Forsythe:
Then he'd have everything?

Major Hamilton:
Of course he would! That's what it means to him. But d'you think he'd let that make any difference to his orders, to his job?

Lieutenant Alan McGregor:
Well, why shouldn't it? Why can't he be a little less of a soldier and more of a man? Why can't he forget his blasted duty for once?

Major Hamilton:
Man, you *are* blind! Have you never thought how, for generation after generation here, a handful of men have ordered the lives of 300 million people? It's because he's here, and a few more like him! Men of his breed have *made* British India. Men who put their jobs above everything. He wouldn't let death move him from it. But he won't let love move him from it. When his breed of man dies out - that's the end. And it's a better breed of man than any of us will ever make. Good night, gentlemen.