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Colonel Robert G. Shaw:
You're a good shot, private.

Jupiter Sharts:
Thank you, sir. Squirrel hunting.

Colonel Robert G. Shaw:
You ever killed a man?

Jupiter Sharts:
No, sir.

Colonel Robert G. Shaw:
But you're handy with a gun.

Jupiter Sharts:
Yes, sir.

Colonel Robert G. Shaw:
Reload. [Sharts slowly starts to reload his rifle] Faster. [Sharts continues reloading] Faster. Faster! [Sharts finishes loading, and fumbles for a fuse cap] Discharge your weapon. Discharge your weapon. Do it! [Sharts takes aim, and fires] Now do it again, only this time, I want it done quickly! [to the other men] A good man can fire three aimed shots in a minute. Major Forbes, give me your Colt revolver.

Major Cabot Forbes:
What?

Colonel Robert G. Shaw:
Your gun. Give it to me. [Forbes hands Shaw his pistol, and he turns back to Sharts who is still reloading his rifle] Faster. [Sharts takes aim and fires again] Reload. Quickly! Faster! [Shaw fires the pistol] Faster! Load. [fires] Faster! [fires] Do it! DO IT!! [fires] DO IT! [fires] DO IT! [fires] [Sharts fumbles with his weapon, and stares at Shaw, shaken. Shaw turns back to Major Forbes, and hands him back his pistol] Teach them... properly, Major.