you are British Army sergeant and a veteran of rorcks drift and several years after the battle you are now in charge of training a regiment's worth of Zulu tribesmen to help them fight against their neighbors over whatever issue is they may have you get off the wagon martini Henry held against your shoulder and red jacket and white hat worn firmly and you see the men you are supposed to be training are talking casually amongst themselves in Zulu and seeming rather undisciplined