RBC: Chapter Twenty-Three.

Now they had orders that there was a need to charge the enemy. They needed to move forward so hopefully the enemy would move from the safety of the fence. The men were unselfish in fighting and just kept moving whether orders were said or not. The fighting was un-halting and had a catapult effect. Cheering rang out soon after, but there was another group with no movement. They could be in a bit of trouble. The blue went very near to them and according to the book it seemed like there might be a scuffle. Yelling began between them. For another time yearning for the flag came. It's glory was a thing he would not want to lose. Henry came upon the color bearer of the enemy side. He saw that the man had suffered from the last bullets fired, but death was upon this man. The man hugging at his flag strived to reach safety, but could not. With his side losing, in the midst of trying to at least keep their pride, the ways of death came first. Henry with no emotinal feeling towards this retrieved the flag. No matter what the suffering of that man appeared to be the ways of war came first. There was no regular human heartfelt feeling for the enemy in any way whatsoever in my opinion. War was war and that meant you fought for your side and acted as soldier. Nearing the end of the battle again this time there were four captives. Each had a different expression. One throws out insults, another just stares at the ground, interested in the others ways of things compared to his was one soldier, and lastly was a man who held the expression of being ashamed for being there. Again Wilson and Henry met up congratulating one another.