#mark ebulue

probably the least cohesive cast list to date, but what can ya do? (thx again @carninator-blog!)

sebastian oroszco as (possibly) staff sergeant eli garcia (orozco is credited as a sgt. garcia, and there's only 2 sgt. garcias, but eli has the most information in general)

mark ebulué as sergeant haley (note that i have No idea who sergeant haley is thus far since all i have is his rank and surname, like i mentioned before. but i'm suspecting this role has something to do with the battle of bamber bridge, an event mentioned in the "jim crow in england" section of miller's book. so! if anyone might know more about this elusive sgt. haley, hmu!)

jordan coulson as lieutenant howard b. "hambone" hamilton

there's also chris gordon as an unnamed bwo landing officer (will open as a pdf link jsyk) and aron von andrian as an artillery officer

Sonnet 75 by William Shakespeare (read by Mark Ebulue)

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.

Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had, or must from you be took.

  Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,   Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

Sonnet 13  by William Shakespeare (read by Mark Ebulue)

O! that you were your self; but, love, you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give:

So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination; then you were Yourself again, after yourself's decease, When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.

Who lets so fair a house fall to decay, Which husbandry in honour might uphold, Against the stormy gusts of winter's day And barren rage of death's eternal cold?

  O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,   You had a father: let your son say so.

Sonnet 13

by: William Shakespeare from: Sonnets