Foxhole

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The privilege of service seems to wither as each

battle passes,

and what lingers in the soul is not the glory of combat...

but the horrors of its aftermath.

I am anxious to know what should come next...

if I should die or live to see victory.

Still, I am not one to succumb to fear,

and while it gives me pause to see so many fallen,

I am resolute in knowing that should I fall and lay beside

them, I have served a noble cause.

No, no, no, no--

That was a pistol shot.

I've been thinking...

how come they ain't sent somebody up with an update?

I mean, hell, we've been out here almost three days now.

Two.

Well, feels like a week already.

When the shootin' starts...

you'll wish we were back diggin'.

That is one stubborn rock you got there, Wilson.

Lemme help you out.

No, I'll get it.

Take care of yourself.

Say Morton, how come we ain't see you writing your lady?

Makin' me think you're preoccupied,

like you know something we don't.

I'd like to be able to write my wife...

but I'm too busy doing your job for you while you sit there

wastin' time.

All alone up in that Massachusetts farmhouse of yours

must get pretty lonely.

I just...

I just hope she don't forget about you.

You like the sound of your own voice,

don't you?

Don't mind it.

My wife, Gale...

she's tough.

A lot tougher than you, Clark.

Best not speak of her again.

You know, if we really wanted to win this war,

we'd just boycott Southern tobacco.

Mine ain't Southern.

We grow that there up in Maryland where it's damp.

They been growin' up in New York too,

if you can believe it.

Turned an old tobacco plantation down south into prisons for

captured Union men.

Make the slaves watch to keep 'em scared.

Make it seem like they're winnin'.

Ain't that somethin'?

How do you know all that?

I keep my ears open.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Action front.

Gimme a cartridge, I need a cartridge.

Wilson...

Oh my God, Wilson.

Down, get down.

Fuck.

What y'all doin' bringin' a corpse back here?

Hey, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol!

Give him some water.

He needs to be sewn up or it'll just keep bleeding.

I'm all right, I'm all right, I gotta get going.

-You all oughta carry on. - No, no, no, no, no.

No, stay, stay.

You heard the man, Clark.

-What? -Dig!

What are you doing?

Take it from him!

Hey, hey, it's not loaded.

Let him keep it.

Turn him over.

What's your name, soldier?

Jackson, sir.

Private.

3rd Mississippi infantry.

I'm glad you found us, Jackson.

My name is Morton.

This is Conrad.

We're from all over.

It looks like a clean cut.

It's deep, too.

He's bleeding on the inside.

Go get your kit.

You see much action, Private?

Some.

Hold that down, hard.

He needs a surgeon.

A-- a surgeon, that means that...

We gonna fix you up, don't you worry.

What are you talking about?

We can't fix him up.

We don't have anything that we need here.

You plan to let him bleed out?

He needs a surgeon, we have to take him in.

To the field hospital?

You think they'll treat a nigger?

Well...he's just--

I mean, even if they would, there's no way you survive the

trip.

That's gotta be five miles out.

We'll never know if we don't try.

They won't take him.

Don't you see?

Not after this massacre.

I ain't seen a single stretcher-bearer since sun-up

yesterday.

If you wanna help him, you gotta do it here.

- I saw them... - What did he say?

What did you see?

Soldier, answer me.

What did you see?

If I tell you...

you'll leave me here for dead.

Don't you play no games, boy.

Jackson...

we are not going to leave you out here to die,

but you've gotta tell us what you saw.

Why should I trust you?

What, you gonna let him talk to you like that?

Ungrateful son of a bitch.

Tell you what, I'll beat it out of him.

Hey, hey!

If you've got somethin' to say, boy, come here!

Get your hands off me!

-All right, all right! - Up on the ridge...

I could see it right over the fog.

It must have been at least three regiments.

I reckon they'll be swarming these hills no later than first

light tomorrow.

I swear on my life...

that is what I saw.

First light...

Nine hours.

This doesn't change anything.

We still have a job to do and this soldier still needs to get

to a doctor.

Jesus Christ, what in the hell has gotten into you,

Morton?

He told the truth and it doesn't bode well for him.

So what?

We leave and come back to find these hills crawling with the

rebel army?

No, if we're quick, we can get back well before then.

And leave our work here unfinished?

That don't sound like you, Morton.

Look at him, he's half dead already.

We'd be accused of abandoning our post for no good reason.

You got something to say?

Uh, I think he should have a chance.

Why should he get a chance when all those men out

there didn't?

It's too late for them now.

But he's still alive.

It wouldn't be right to just let him die like all the others.

"All the others?"

Those men out there gave their lives.

That's why, don't you see?

It'd be a sin to let him die.

I mean, when all is said and done,

it could be a whole lot better for him after this is over.

Hey, you.

You free before you joined up?

What's that got to do with it?

A great deal, I'd say.

He's a soldier, just like you and me,

and that's all he is, as far as you're concerned.

That may be, but I--

still, I can't help but wonder what he was doing wandering

around all alone.

I ain't heard of any colored units nearby.

You boys?

It just seems to me like he coulda been deserting.

Well, he must have got separated from the rest of his

unit.

That unit of his 3rd Mississippi's been on our tail

since Vicksburg.

Vicksburg?

That's before Clark and my units joined up--