The Man Behind the Gun1953

Lora Roberts:
Your mother and father were killed by the Indians. The Third Cavalry found you and raised you. Raised you on blood and black powder.

Major Ransome Callicut:
And saber floggings! That's how I learned religion.

Lora Roberts:
Religion?

Major Ransome Callicut:
Duty! - The religion of the Army. Forget it for a minute and a tough sergeant beats it back into you with the flat of a saber. Duty's a god, Miss Roberts, a jealous god! It makes demands. It tears you to pieces, but you kneel down and...

Lora Roberts:
Yes. Yes, I think I understand duty - the same thing that makes me teach school in a place that... [They stare at each other for a long time and embrace]