Synopsis: Sort of Civil War version of "Schindler's List" looks at the atrocities that occurred in the 1864 prisoner-of-war camp run by the Confederacy in Georgia. The prison originally planned to house 8000, eventually swelled to 33,000 which left little shelter, food or water for the prisoners and unclean conditions.
Genre: Drama, History, War
Director(s): John Frankenheimer
Production: Warner Home Video
  Won 1 Primetime Emmy. Another 2 wins & 10 nominations.
167 min

A skirmish has taken advance.

Commence firing!

Hold up!

Josie, go tell the captain

there's just a few of them left.

I think we can swing around and

drive them into his arms.


In five minutes,

unless he tells us no.





- Fire by file. Commence firing.

- Sergeant says there's a few of them.

We can drive them into you,

unless you say not to.

I don't know there's such a few of them.

- Did you see any on your way?

- No, sir.

- Did you see cavalry?

- No.

Old Jimmy McSpadden.

He'll drive them, he'll drive them.

- You tell him to drive around.

- Sir.

As long as there's no cavalry.

Leave it there!

Hey, boys.

- Cousin Josie, are you hurt?

- No. Are you?

- How are you, sergeant?

- I'll live. Just a scratch.

Not such a few of them

as I thought, huh?

Sorry, lads, should have

known there were horses about.

This war has made me deaf and blind.

Is that James?

And Benjamin too.

My respects.

If you'll detail two of your men...

...I know you'll want

to bury your dead.

I thank you, sir.

You'll stay here

and move on in the morning.

- You got rations and blankets?

- Our haversacks are over there, sir.

- Have them brought over.

- Yes, sir. Jeremiah.

You all lie flat on the ground.

Nobody stands.

Nobody moves till morning.


Did you ever think?


I never did.

What do we do?

Pick our time, make a run for it.


- They're all watching.

- But it's night.

Once you're in their prison camps, they

got you good. You heard the stories?

Here's what.

I'm gonna stand up real slow.

- You can't stand up.

- And I'm gonna say...

...I have to relieve myself.

They'll send a guard with me.

I got a knife in my pocket.

When they hear and they come after me,

you run for it. You run like the devil.

That farm with the smokehouse

we passed this morning...

...looks like Uncle John's?

- Yeah.

I'll meet you there soon.

- Who'll look after the sergeant?

- Don't worry.

Just give my love

to the ladies in Boston.

We will, sergeant.



Listen, I gotta...


Told you. Nobody stands,

nobody moves around.

Stay, Josie.

Nineteen Massachusetts?

Second Wisconsin.

You were on our left, second day

at Gettysburg.

- I remember. They couldn't move you.

- They tried hard, though.

They were on Cemetery Ridge.

Gave that place its rightful name.

- When'd they get you, boys?

- Yesterday, back there.

You know where they're taking us?

They won't tell us anything.

Well, I know they're not taking us

to Veracruz to fight Santa Anna.


Your attention, gentlemen!

- Now, here's the situation.

- How you fairing, Billy?

You're gonna be here a spell, so...

...make yourself at home.

- Last night.

Stretch out on the ground,

but stay in this area.

We have some supplies coming,

but dispatch didn't say when... it may not be until

after dark, even.

Some of your fellows tore up a tract

just north of here.

Until then, just rest easy.

I know some of you

haven't eaten today.

And we're sorry, but we don't have

anything here. For you or for us.

- But, anyway...

- Come stay with me and the sergeant.

- Billy?

- Yes.

I'm gonna need your help with him.



Till then, just, please be patient.

All right?

You writing Bob's wife?




...when you finish with that one,

would you mind writing one for me?

- Sure.

- Afraid I never did learn my letters.

What's it like, being so educated?

I'm just an apprentice.

You just realize how much it is

you don't know.

Well, in that case,

I should be a writing fool.

Go on, write your letter.

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