It had been three months since the night down memory lane. Since then they have abandoned the defenses of Richmond and for the last couple of days they have been on the road to Appomattox. His regiment in the rear guard of the army holding off the assaults of the federals. His men where barefoot, hungry, and barely alive; they no longer marched, but walked in an almost silent dream like state each man trying desperately to finding his own inner strength to continue onward in the heat of the Virginia dusk.
The colonel walked as well since they had eaten his horse. He made sure that he stayed in front of the column so that he could lead by example. He was tired himself. He was every informal looking his coat was unbuttoned exposing his white under shirt that was half open. He could feel the sweet drip from his forehead down across the scar across his eye down to his stubble. His mind just rotated pictures of places and situations. He no longer felt his legs. It was