It was February of 1864, Company B of the 22nd United States Cavalry under the command of Capt Stark was on a patrol in part of the Chattahoochee Forest that enters Georgia. Lt Danford was in charge of the patrol, it was relatively calm, but the company had Carbines at the ready in case some of Gen Forrest's Cavalrymen ambushed them.

Cpl Blutch: "I thought Company C had to take the patrol today."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Blutch, half of Company C has been decimated in the last charge."

Cpl Blutch: "True, but what about Company A?"

Sgt Chesterfield: "You're just a coward, look, this is a frontline patrol, I don't know what."

Lt Danford: "DISMOUNT, FIGHT ON FOOT!"

Forrest's men were seen in the woods and they started firing on the Company of Union Troopers, three men in Company B had already been killed, the others dismounted and took cover by some logs. Some of the men were holding the horses while the others got their carbines and fired on the Reb Cavalry troopers, Lt Danford stood by the Company Guidon and fired his six shot Remington Revolver. It appeared that more and more Rebels moving in against the Union troops, the men only had 50 rounds of ammunition, so Lt Danford made the decision.

Lt Danford: "MOUNT UP, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!"

The men quickly mounted up and started to get out of there, the men were in such a frenzy that three men were left behind, one of which was Sgt Chesterfield. Once the whole company had galloped away, in a semi-orderly retreat. The three remaining Union Troopers ran deep into the woods with Johnny Reb on their tail, they all split up so at least two men could get away, Sgt Chesterfield splashed across a small creek but ended up tripping on a rather large branch. The Rebs surrounded the Sergeant, one of them, the Sergeant actually knew from the prison at Robersonville, Cockroach.

Cockroach: "Well well well, if it isn't that troublemaking Yankee Sergeant, don't shoot him boys, he's all mine."

Reb Lieutenant: "COCKROACH! What are you doing?"

Cockroach (Slightly frightened): "Um, uh, teaching this yankee a lesson sir."

Reb Lieutenant: "He's a soldier, he will be treated under the articles of war."

Cockroach: "But lieutenant."

Reb Lieutenant: "NO BUT'S COCKROACH! And if you have the audacity to ever question my orders again, I'll have your court-martialed for insubordination."

Cockroach (Reluctantly): "Yes sir." The Lieutenant turned to Sgt Chesterfield.

Reb Lieutenant: "I apologize Sergeant, whenever Cockroach feel like he needs to settle something, he does his best to do it."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Yes sir, I know that."

Reb Lieutenant: "Well Sergeant, as long as you're under my jurisdiction, you will be treated fairly, but once you arrive in Andersonville Prison, there's nothing I can do for you there."

Sgt Chesterfield: "I understand, I thank you sir."

Reb Lieutenant: "Don't mention it, but the commandant at Andersonville, Capt Wirz, it like the devil himself, if anything, you do everything they say there."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Well Lieutenant," (The Sergeant straightened his cap) "That would make me look like I lost my sense of pride, and I will not give that up easily."

Reb Lieutenant: "Alright, but it's your skin not mine."

Sgt Chesterfield: "I understand sir." The Sergeant then had his hands tied and was mounted on a horse and then rode off the Forrest's camp before being sent to Andersonville.

Meanwhile

Cpl Blutch had been searching for Sgt Chesterfield for over an hour, he would have found him looking for himself in less than five minutes when they returned to camp, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I hope nothing bad has happened to the Sarge, I hope he hasn't been killed, what am I saying, of course he hasn't been killed, he's as strong as an Ox, but even an Ox can get killed. The Corporal thought to himself, he continued to worry as the seconds past by, soon he went to see Lt Danford if he had seen the Sergeant.

Cpl Blutch: "Excuse me Lieutenant?"

Lt Danford: "Not now Corporal, can't you see I'm busy."

Cpl Blutch: "What are you doing?"

Lt Danford: "Writing the casualty report for this afternoon's action with Forrest's Cavalry."

Blutch's heart skipped a beat, he was afraid that Sgt Chesterfield's name would be on that list and he would have lost his best friend. He didn't call the Sergeant that much, his best friend, but deep down he knew he was his best friend, no matter how much they bicker.

Cpl Blutch: "Have you seen any sign of Sergeant Chesterfield?"

Lt Danford: "No, he's missing, that's what I'm placing him as on the report, Missing in Action." Blutch's heart skipped a beat once again, most of the time Missing in Action was just another way of saying dead.

Cpl Blutch: "Do you think he was killed?"

Lt Danford: "No, but I do believe he was captured, but I can't confirm that so, Missing in Action, even if they captured him, he might be dead soon."

Cpl Blutch: "Why do you say that?"

Lt Danford: "Forrest's boys would have sent him to Andersonville Prison, not many people escape or just plain survive in Andersonville. He would be better off dead."

Cpl Blutch: "Do you think he could, get out?"

Lt Danford: "Not likely, anyone caught escaping is executed on the spot or worked until they die. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do right now Corporal, try and get some rest, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

The Corporal sulked back to his tent, he sat on his cot, to find the other one empty, he started to think of the times he and the Sergeant shared, even though most of the memories were the Sergeant yelling at Blutch, he only yelled to try and get the best out of the Corporal. The Corporal laid down on the cot and looked at the ceiling of the canvas home and he started to talk.

Cpl Blutch (To Himself): "Sarge, I promise I'll find a way to get you out of Andersonville, just hold on for a while until I find a way."

Hope you all enjoyed that story, after this i will attempt to work on another Undertale/Les Tuniques Bleues crossover, and might just write a regular Undertale fic. Please like, follow, and review.

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