Field of Lost Shoes Page #6
Aren't they trapped there now,
sir?
Only till they
decide to charge.
But we're vulnerable here,
Captain!
We defend this hill for as
long as we can!
And halt!
Did y'all see that?
Even the rats held
up under fire.
We showed those old boys,
didn't we?
Sugar rag, is it?
I can't believe it.
You two actually smiled
at each other.
Get ready!
He'll be coming along
Bushong's farm!
We'll give him an Ohio hello!
Follow me,
but keep at least 300 yards
back, well to the rear!
Do you understand, Captain?
Yes, sir!
Virginians, forward!
Come on, boys! Hustle up!
Come on. Come on, boys!
Hustle up.
Battalion, prepare to advance!
Come on now.
First and second rank, ready!
Steady! Steady!
Wait for my command!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
God bless those
Pennsylvania boys.
Holding fast!
Reload! Hurry up!
Now! Now! Now! Now!
Ready! Fire!
Fire! Fire!
They've torn a hole in the
center of our line!
If we can see it, so
can the Blues.
Sir, you must put in the
reserves to restore the line.
When the Union forces regroup
and counterattack,
that line will divide in two.
They'll pull right through the
hole in the center.
Sir, you must put
in the cadets.
Send the boys in.
May God forgive me.
Sir.
Battalion, forward to the line!
Forward to the line!
Come on!
Let's go! Get to the fence!
To what? To the fence!
Let's go!
Get to the fence!
Get to the fence!
Go!
Fire at will! Fire at will!
The cadets are filling the gap.
Fire!
Fire!
Come on! Keep shooting, boys!
Johnny!
I'm right here, Moses!
Fire! Fire!
We can't stay here!
Must be somewheres a
little more useful.
Gentlemen, what do you we say
Well, gentlemen, I bet that
sounds a bit dangerous.
John Wise, that was what I
was suggesting.
I was just being subtle.
figure out who takes the
credit, right?
Sir, battalion is
ready to attack!
We don't have further orders!
No, I don't suspect we'll
get further orders!
The cadets are ready to charge,
sir!
take those guns
before we get blown apart!
Fix bayonets!
Fire!
Go get 'em, boys.
Everybody ready! Face front!
Charge! Charge!
But they're just a bunch of
damn schoolboys.
Kill 'em!
Kill 'em all!
Jack!
We showed them, didn't we,
George?
Jack, stay with me!
You can't die.
I can't carry you forever,
Johnny.
It's up to you now.
Come on, Jack!
Jack, come on!
Jack!
Retreat now! Now!
Let's go, gentlemen!
Someone's gotta cover this
godforsaken retreat!
Let's go! Hyah.
Hyah!
My God, sir, the cadets have
taken Bushong Hill.
Must be an illusion, Charlie.
Their general told them
not to fight.
Where's Jack?
He's dead,
torn to pieces during
the final charge.
And Johnny?
A shell exploded.
Johnny?
Johnny.
Come on.
Here you are. here you are.
Hey, hey, hey! You
come over here!
Give me a stretcher!
Come on.
You'll be all right!
Oh, God.
Ah, you hear me?
Here you go. Here you go.
You hear me?
Hear me, Johnny?
There you go.
There you go.
Johnny.
Johnny.
Can you hear me?
Johnny.
Hey, we won the battle,
all of us.
People are gonna
call us heroes.
They're the heroes,
Jack...
all of them.
Here.
Bring them inside!
Look at that wound. Take that
young man to the back bedroom.
Could I speak with Libby
just for a minute?
Oh, son, Libby's not here.
She's up at the field with
the older girls.
He's at the house.
That boy, he's wounded, but
he's asking for you.
Thank you so much.
Will he survive?
Bullet went through his chest
and lodged in his back.
Is this your son?
These are all my sons.
Let's stitch him.
Ma'am? Ma'am?
Uh, do you have a
New Testament?
This is a Christian Bible.
I understand you're Jewish?
I'm a Jew.
It's for my friend.
He requested it.
I do not believe my
faith will object.
Thank you.
Are you all right?
From the 14th chapter
of Saint John.
"Let not your heart
be troubled:
"You believe in God,
"believe also in me.
"In my Father's house are
many mansions:
If it were not so... "
"I would have told you. "
"I go to prepare a
place for you. "
Would you... Would you
light me a candle?
I don't want to
listen in the dark.
Um...
My, my, my.
Find me a man who knows
how to set a fire.
Next time we go into that
godforsaken valley,
we'll burn it to cinders.
If I can.
Thank you.
Let's leave him, gentlemen.
We were gonna spend the rest of
our lives together.
Ohh.
Stand easy.
Mr. Wise. Mr. Colonna.
I am told that you cadets
decided to lead the charge of
your own volition.
Is that so?
Are they not teaching
you the value
of the chain of command
at the Institute?
I am sorry, sir.
Are you? Hmm.
Then what in good God's name
were you thinking?
My father says the best thing
about doing what's right is it
requires no thought...
no thought at all.
Well...
for not thinking.
Well done, Virginians.
Well done, men.
Thank you, sir.
The legacy of those who fought
and died at New Market is remembered
by the Cadets of The Virgina Military
Institute every year
Private Stanard died on the
field of honor, sir!
Private Jefferson died on the
field of honor, sir!
Corporal Atwill died on the
field of honor, sir!
Sergeant Cabell!
Private Crockett!
Private Hartsfield!
Private Haynes!
Private Jefferson!
Private Jones!
Private McDowell!
Private Stanard!
Private Wheelwright died on the
field of honor, sir!
''Old Judge'' became a free man and continue
running the bakery at VMI until
he retired after 30 years of service
Moses Ezekiel, the first Jewish Cadet
internationally famous sculptor
His work is featured around the world
and Arlington National Cemetery
where he is burned
Duck Colonna rebuilt his family
home, became a school teacher, and
entered a long career in U.S.
government service
To this day VMI Cadets, both male and famale
refer to their classmates as Brother Rat
John Wise served in the United States
Congress and helped to rebuild the Union.
Former slave Mary Lumpkin converted the
''Lumpkin's Jail'' to a school for
freed slaves
which became today's Virginia Union
University
Following the war,
the Virginia Military Institute resumed
its appointed mission of educating leaders
for Virginia and the Nation.
In Grateful Memory
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