Catherine is waiting for her husband, Billy, to come home from World
Catherine: My God, he was so proud of himself! One of the first to volunteer! Smiling like the halfwit boy who helped out on my uncle's farm at harvest time. “Canada’s finest - on parade!”
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But somewhere inside a man’s big skull , along with the honour and the glory - and the charm - there ought to be some space for good sense and - a little mutual respect. That’s all I’m saying.
For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: John Murrell, Waiting for the Parade, Talonbooks, 1980, pp. 3.
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