“Move out!” he called out. This was the first time I had heard the Captain call out any orders aloud. Usually he let Sergeant Loyod or the drums do all the talking. I followed up with the march cadence of the drums and rode forward following behind.
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The sun fell heavy against the open fields and lit the sky ablaze as the Tennessee sky seemed to do every evening. The winds picked up from the north and kicked hard against our sun burnt faces. It had been a long and arduous journey. We stopped at a creek just outside of a town called London. Atop a hill I could see torch lights in the distance and the familiar hums of evening night life. The smell of burning oak, beef and pork wafted in the air along with the sounds of men and women laughing happily in the local saloon.
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