Andersonville Page #4

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- Yeah, the Rebs are running out of men.

They're robbing the cradle

and the grave to guard us.

Hey.

Ethan, don't do it.

It's a trick.

You know you can't trust the Reb.

- Hey, Johnny.

- Ethan.

- You got something to eat?

- Yeah, I got something to eat.

- What you got?

- I got two ears of corn.

I'll give you a dollar for them.

A Yankee greenback for both ears.

You come over here.

- Not me. I'm not coming over there.

- Why not?

Because it's the deadline.

You'll shoot me if I do.

- Who says he will?

- You want something or not?

- Ethan, come on.

- Yeah, I want two ears of corn.

Then step across.

Won't last long if you don't.

Don't trust him, he's a Reb.

Don't trust him.

- Is he playing a game with him?

- Do what you want, Yank.

This isn't a game. These kiddies,

they scare me worse than the soldiers.

They get a 30-day furlough

if they shoot one of us.

You better hurry. Going fast.

All right.

All right.

Here I come.

Hey, wait. Wait!

- He warned him. He warned him.

- I warned him.

You know the rules.

You all know the rules.

I warned him, lieutenant.

What do they do, Dick?

Shoot you for fun in here?

- Charge!

- Forward.

- Spread out.

- One, two, three.

Ready.

Hold the ranks.

About face.

Forward march!

- Captain? Capt. Wirz.

- Yes, sir.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I'm Col. Chandler. This is my aide,

Lt. Dahlgren.

The Department of War has detailed us

to inspect all our prison camps.

We'll try not to create a fuss,

so we may be here some time.

Of course. If there is anything

I can do for...

No, no, you just go on

about your duties.

Should I need to speak with you...

...l'll know where to find you.

Good morning.

Good morning to you, sir.

I feel like I gained 5 pounds of hair

and 10 pounds of bugs.

Well, you could use

a little bit more there, Dick.

Tunnel, tunnel, tunnel!

Where?

Over here.

You, come over here!

Yeah, you, get up! Get up, Yank!

Found the lowa tunnel. Headed this way.

Oh, well, then.

All right, move along, move along.

Come on, now.

- It's just a well. It's just a well!

- 184th Pennsylvania.

Gleason's men.

It's just a well, I tell you.

You gotta believe me.

- Shut up.

- I didn't do anything wrong.

- Hurry it up.

- No!

Dick, are those the fellas you say

are digging the tunnel?

You're my sarge...

...but there's some questions

in here that you just can't ask, sir.

Please go tell the sergeant I'd be

very grateful for a private word with him.

Tell him we mean no harm

and he can trust us. Go on, now.

Yes, sir.

Sgt. Gleason, I don't wanna do

anything against the grain here...

...but I've got some very good men

who'll do anything they can...

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