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Trooper Charlie Warren is a young cavalry officer serving in the British Army under Captain Nicholls and Captain Jamie Stewart. The son of a blacksmith, Warren only joined the cavalry because local people put pressure on his family to contribute to the war effort, and he is familiar with horses. He finds the war to be horrifying and traumatizing; his first horse dies beneath him, shot by a German machine gun in his very first battle. Following this and Captain Nicholls’ death, Stewart pairs him with Joey. Despite his clumsiness as a rider, Warren is a kind, gentle man who takes excellent care of Joey and talks to him like an equal rather than regarding him as a soulless, dumb animal. When the Germans capture Joey, Topthorn, Captain Stewart, and Warren after a failed cavalry charge, they separate the animals from the men, and Joey never sees Warren again.
Trooper Charlie Warren Quotes in War Horse
The War Horse quotes below are all either spoken by Trooper Charlie Warren or refer to Trooper Charlie Warren. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Chapter 4
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He must have known that I would follow old Zoey because he roped me up to her saddle and led us both quietly out of the yard down the path and over the bridge. Once in the road, he mounted Zoey swiftly and we trotted up the hill and into the village. He never spoke a word to either of us. I knew the road well enough, of course, for I had been there often enough with Albert, and indeed I loved going there because there were always other horses to meet and people to see. It was in the village only a short time before that I had met my first motorcar outside the post office and had stiffened with fear as it rattled past, but I had stood steadily, and I remember that Albert had made a big fuss over me after that.
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Chapter 17
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Albert suddenly dropped my tail and moved slowly around me running his hand along my back. Then at last we stood facing each other. There was a rougher hue to his face, I thought; he had more lines around his eyes and was a broader, bigger man in his uniform than I remembered him. But he was my Albert, and there was no doubt about it […].
“Joey?” he said, tentatively, looking into my eyes. “Joey?” I tossed up my head and called out to him in my happiness, so that the sound echoed around the yard […]. Then he turned and walked away to the gateway before facing me, cupping his hands to his lips and whistling. It was his own whistle, the same low, stuttering whistle he had used to call me [before].
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Trooper Charlie Warren Quotes in War Horse
The War Horse quotes below are all either spoken by Trooper Charlie Warren or refer to Trooper Charlie Warren. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 4
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He must have known that I would follow old Zoey because he roped me up to her saddle and led us both quietly out of the yard down the path and over the bridge. Once in the road, he mounted Zoey swiftly and we trotted up the hill and into the village. He never spoke a word to either of us. I knew the road well enough, of course, for I had been there often enough with Albert, and indeed I loved going there because there were always other horses to meet and people to see. It was in the village only a short time before that I had met my first motorcar outside the post office and had stiffened with fear as it rattled past, but I had stood steadily, and I remember that Albert had made a big fuss over me after that.
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Chapter 17
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Albert suddenly dropped my tail and moved slowly around me running his hand along my back. Then at last we stood facing each other. There was a rougher hue to his face, I thought; he had more lines around his eyes and was a broader, bigger man in his uniform than I remembered him. But he was my Albert, and there was no doubt about it […].
“Joey?” he said, tentatively, looking into my eyes. “Joey?” I tossed up my head and called out to him in my happiness, so that the sound echoed around the yard […]. Then he turned and walked away to the gateway before facing me, cupping his hands to his lips and whistling. It was his own whistle, the same low, stuttering whistle he had used to call me [before].
