The Guidons Fly Forever Chapter 5: Emergency Surgery on the Move, a les tuniques bleues fanfic

The men continued the march, and were nearing the New Mexico-Kansas state border, when Doc Quincannon came up to Cpl Blutch to ask him a favor.

Doc Quincannon: "Do you think you can convince the Sergeant to ask Lt Danford to halt so I can operate on Cpl Quayne."

Cpl Blutch: "I can try, but I don't know if I can do it all that well."

Doc Quincannon: "Okay, thank you Blutch." The little corporal galloped forward to talk to the Sergeant who was next to the Guidons and Battle colors, watching them as they fluttered in the wind. the Corporal tapped the Sergeant on the shoulder.

Cpl Blutch: "Hey Sarge?"

Sgt Chesterfield: "What is it Blutch?"

Cpl Blutch: "The Doc asked me to ask you, to ask the Lieutenant to halt so he can operate on Cpl Quayne."

Sgt Chesterfield: "You know this column can't be stopped!"

Cpl Blutch (Pleading): "Thirty minutes? Twenty? Ten minutes at the very least? For a man's life."

Sgt Chesterfield: "WE COULDN'T GET FIVE MINUTES, EVEN IF IT WAS THE LIEUTENANT'S OWN BROTHER! Cpl Quayne's a soldier, he'll have to take a soldier's risk."

Cpl Blutch: "He know's that, It's me and the Doc who's begging." The Sergeant huffed, he looked at the Guidons and then looked back towards the wagon.

Sgt Chesterfield: "Alright, I'll ask, but I'm not guaranteeing anything."

Cpl Blutch (Smiling): "Thanks Sarge." Now the Sergeant galloped up to Lt Danford, but the Lieutenant overheard the conversation.

Sgt Chesterfield: "Excuse me Lieutenant, I..."

Lt Danford: "I heard Sergeant, I can't halt the column, but we can dismount and walk the men."

Sgt Chesterfield (Beaming Brightly): "Thank you sir. COMPANY, HALT! DISMOUNT!" The men got off their horses, and they held them by the bridles. "FORWARD, MARCH, HOLD YOUR STEP WITHIN THE RANKS!" The men started to march forward, Sgt Chesterfield went over to Blutch. "Well, I managed to do it."

Cpl Blutch: "Yeah, but I don't understand we have to walk our horses every hour, we might as well be in the Infantry."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Well, we've got experience there, and in the Artillery, Medical Corps, and the Navy."

Cpl Blutch: "Oh yeah, I forgot."

The Doc operated on Cpl Quayne, he knocked him out with an entire bottle of medicinal whisky, he managed to pull the bullet out, and when he was done, he called over Lt Danford.

Doc Quincannon: "Call him over."

Trooper/Wagon Driver: "LT DANFORD, SGT CHESTERFIELD, CPL BLUTCH!" The three of them mounted up and galloped back to the wagon, they got behind the wagon and the Doc got his head through the covers.

Lt Danford: "Well?"

Doc Quincannon: "I got the bullet out, I had to go behind his shoulder bla..."

Sgt Chesterfield: "SPARE ME THE DETAIL'S MAN, HOW IS HE?!"

Doc Quincannon: "I think I can safely, he'll live to make sergeant."

Sgt Chesterfield: "COMPANY, HALT!"

Lt Danford: "Men, Pass the word, Quayne's doing fine." The men from the color bearers to the men eating the dust with the pack mules cheered with delight that they wouldn't lose a man.

Lt Danford: "Mount the men Sergeant." The Lieutenant galloped back to the front of the company

Sgt Chesterfield: "Prepare to mount, MOUNT!" The men mounted up, and the two NOC's also went to the front of the column once again. As they passed the color bearers, they both looked at the guidons and saw how they flew in the wind with a kind of swagger that only the sight of battle flags would give.

Sgt Chesterfield: "Hey Corporal, have you ever noticed something about the colors?"

Cpl Blutch: "Besides the fact that their just colorful army flags, no."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Well, these flags will still be here, even after we die."

Cpl Blutch: "How do you mean?"

Sgt Chesterfield: "Well, these battle flags will be remembered by future generations, even when were not around to talk about our service. In a way, The Guidons Fly Forever."

Cpl Blutch: "Huh, well then. But if Capt Stark keeps trying to massacre us, there won't be a regiment to remember."

Sgt Chesterfield: "Well, you're not wrong."

They were approaching the paradise river, but they would camp out for the night before crossing over it the next day, it had been a long day.

Meanwhile

The Texas Dragoons had still been trying to figure out what the Federal's were doing with one wagon and a company of troops, they didn't know what to think of it. Capt Britten was stumped about these yankee's and what they were doing, he figured that they were only reinforcements for Fort Point, but they were heading back east where they came from, until something came to mind.

Capt Britten: "Oh my goodness, there the one's escorting the gold."

Lt Raider: "That must be it, what else would they be doing."

Sgt Calhoun: "Well Captain, what's the plan?"

Capt Britten: "First, I'll have to think of one."

Later

Sgt Chesterfield, Cpl Blutch, Trooper Tyree, and Trooper Mccreedy were sitting around their fire, Tyree had a guitar with him and decided to play something.

Trooper Tyree: *Strums guitar to Tenting on the Old Campground*

Sgt Chesterfield: "We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home
And friends we love so dear"

Chorus:

Many are the hearts that are weary tonight
Wishing for the war to cease
Many are the hearts that are looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, tenting on the old camp ground

Cpl Blutch: "We've been tenting tonight on the old camp ground
Thinking of days gone by
Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand
And the tear that said "Goodbye"

Chorus:

Trooper Tyree: "We are tired of war on the old camp ground
Many are dead and gone
Of the brave and true who've left their homes
Others been wounded long"

Chorus:

Trooper Mccreedy: "We've been fighting today on the old camp ground
Many are lying near
Some are dead and some are dying
Many are in tears"

Chorus:

Soon after singing the song, the soldiers got sleepy and once again unrolled their bedrolls and fell asleep. The Guidons were cased in their cloth casings and placed near the horses, but the confederates had found out what they had been escorting and would soon be at the paradise river to engage them.