It was May of 1864, Cpl Blutch was wandering through camp looking for the Sergeant, the last he saw him was in one of Capt Stark's charges before he took a dive as usual. By this time, Sgt Chesterfield would have found Cpl Blutch and chew him out for 'showing cowardice' as he always told him. The Corporal found him sitting by a rock whittling with a stick, he looked up and saw the Corporal walking toward him.
Sgt Chesterfield: "Well well well, if it isn't the cowardly Corporal."
Cpl Blutch: "I'm fine Sarge, how are you?"
Sgt Chesterfield: *Chuckle* "I'm fine, but I was thinking about something, no one else who was involved doesn't remember."
Cpl Blutch: "What is it?"
Sgt Chesterfield: "Remember when the entire Company was sent to Fort Point on the Santa Fe trail to escort a wagonload of gold back to St Joseph, Missouri and from there to back here in Tennessee for it to be shipped off back east."
Cpl Blutch: "Well, I remember that, but quite vaguely, can you tell me about it again?"
Sgt Chesterfield: "Well I guess, but It'll take a while."
Cpl Blutch: "Well, we've got a few days of R&R, you'll have plenty of time."
Sgt Chesterfield: "Sure, Let's go under that shady tree," They went over to a tree the Sergeant pointed too and sat under.
Sgt Chesterfield: "Remember what we said during the whole thing?"
Cpl Blutch: "Not really."
Sgt Chesterfield: "The Guidons fly Forever."
