Andersonville Page #2

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- The hell you waiting on, boy?

- Move it on, you dirty Yanks.

Come on. Move it. Move it.

Get in there.

I'm sick of looking at you.

- Hey, take a look at that.

- Anybody from the 5th New York?

- Where you from?

- Any word about the exchange?

Nice, fresh fish.

Fresh fish. Fresh fish.

Give it to me!

- Give it here.

- Move. Fresh fish. Move.

Hey, hey, fresh fish.

Welcome to Andersonville.

Fine-looking place, don't you think?

For a hog pen, maybe.

- Hey, where'd youse get catched at?

- Cold Harbor.

Well, that's good. Means Grant's going

forward, Bobby Lee's going back.

Let me show you around.

Get a good place to stay.

You want to be up by the wall,

away from the swamp.

It don't stink so bad there. There

ain't so many bugs. People neither.

You need to shave. Come on,

I'll show you where you can shave.

- Come on with me.

- Tyce, hold it. Hold it.

Munn, leave them alone.

Stay away from them.

Munn, you leave them alone! Get away!

I know what kind of man you are,

and you just stay away.

Let the fish go.

- We'll roast them another time.

- Don't waste your time with that bunch.

- Come back with your pards.

- And you know who they are, don't you?

We'll take care of you later.

Those are the Raiders. Hyenas is more

like it. And you stay away from them.

They steer the new boys over, whack

you on the head and kill you.

Try to take your stuff from you.

- Very much obliged, friend.

- Thank you.

Friend.

You don't know who I am?

Sarge? Josiah?

Now, old Dick. Now, I

signed up with you, young man.

I fought with all of you at Seven Pines

and the Chickamauga and Antietam.

- Dick Potter.

- Yes.

- Dick Potter. My God.

- Oh, my God, is that you?

Oh, my God!

- Dick Potter. Dickie!

- There's no food in here.

- Somebody stole my uniform off my back.

- You look fine there, Dick.

- Thank you, Tucker.

- We thought you were killed.

- We thought they got you at Antietam.

- I weren't killed.

They shot me in both my legs,

but I survived.

- I'll be damned!

- You're surprised to see me, huh, Josie?

- When are we going fishing again?

- We're going.

- The best fisherman in New Bedford.

- Yeah, yeah. That's saying a lot.

- God, I can't believe it.

- It's good to see you boys.

Listen, we gotta stay away from these

Raiders. Let's head up over here.

- Why doesn't somebody stop them?

- They run the place, sarge.

What do you mean, they run

the place? What about the Rebs?

- Why don't they stop them?

- Stop them? Hell, they trade with them.

Whiskey, food, rations.

Whatever they need, guards give them.

The 7th Vermont was in here. Took

their coats, shoes, blankets, rations.

- Jesus.

- Cold nights. Didn't have a chance.

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