McCuller turned and shouted, “ERN! See dat there man on that building? He's picking off men left n’ righ!Try to sneak back into the town n’ take him out!”
“Yessir, can I not just shoot him from here?”
“You do what you're told Ern, get going!”
I took off far right away from the battle, bullets tryin’ to lick me left and right. I got into the town, it was mighty torn up. Blue and gray laying everywhere, blood running the streets. I snuck up on the man on the roof, he was an ‘mazing shot. He sorta looked familiar.
I got closer and closer until I thought I had a good look at him. He was young whelp, younger than me for sure. It couldn't be. Looked exactly like my brother, but he shouldn't be here.
“Alan! Alan! Is that you?!”
He looked puzzled and stood up. “No ones ‘posed to be ‘ere righ now! Who goes der?”
“It's me Alan, Ernest! It's me!” I shouted. I began to tear slightly, but held it back and waited.
“Ernest? What is you-” a bullet flew in and struck him in the arm
“ALAN! NO!” I screamed as I ran as fast as a horse bit by a rattlesnake. A makeshift ladder on the side of the building was there, and I climbed up it as fast as I could.
“DON'T YOU DIE ON ME! GOD AIN'T TAKING YOU TODAY!”
“I-I-I’m fine. Git me to a doctor.”
“Get on my shoulders. I’ll carry you down!”
I carried him down the ladder, nearly fallin’ off almost every step.
“Over yonder, past the end of the town is our doctors.”
It was a long walk over there, I had to drop him three times. I ripped some of his clothing and tied it around the injury too. We eventually got to the tents behind Confederate lines.
“Whats dis Yankee doin’ here? Put your hands up where you stand, boy,” said one of them.

“This man here, he’s my brother and he needs medical assistance NOW!”
“Why do you have him?”
“I was told to kill him but I done recognized him and he got shot while I tried to talk to him.”
“Put him on the table and we get a doctor in here soon. You’re coming with me.”
“No I ain’t, I stayin right here with my brother.”
He aimed his gun at me again. “You ain’t got no choice.”
I started walkin’ with him but he hit me on the back of my head with his gun and I was out. I woke up in a chair, tied up with more Confederates poitin’ their guns at me. A man sat at a table lookin’ mighty weird.
“What’s goin’ on here? I was with my brother and now I-”
“You stand trial for the illegal injuring of Alan Whitmore. Yesterday at 12 o’clock you brought him here, injured, and says you rescued him. Well, he’s out and we don’t believe it. We got your gun that you left, and examined it to tell if it had been used. It checks out.”
“You think I’d shoot my own brother?”
“It is believed you didn’t know that he was, and only did when you went up to execute him.”
“I’d never do that, I knew it was him before I shot him.”
“Explain your gun.”
“Before I was tasked with killing him, I was fightin’ like any other soldier in the Union Army.”
“So you confess to killin’ other men?”
“I didn’t kill nobody.”
“We have a witness to test to your crimes.”
A men also sitting at the table stood up. I had never seen him.
“Yeah he, he shot me in the leg while we was chargin. Got me right in the leg, survived by hiding behind a dead cow.”
“What do you say, uh, soldier?”
“I didn’t shoot my damn brother.”
“Suspended until your supposed ‘brother’ wakes up. If he does not, and dies, to be hanged immediately. You are to remain in a set quarters. Dismissed.”

“Get up, get up!” A soldier rushed behind me and tried to get me up.
“I’m still tied up,” I replied. “Forget or somethin’ while you were fiddlin’ sticks with your friends?”
“QUIET YANK!” He started to untie me and pushed me out of the seat. “Let me show you to your quarters, ‘boy.’”
We walked to the outside of the camp to a small tent. Two Confederates stood outta it, lookin’ mighty angry at me. “Get inside their nicely.”
I went in and lied on the makeshift bed. Didn’t have much else to do. One of the solderis walked in-
  “You don’t leave unless we tells you to, you don’t walk around unless we tells you to, you don’t-”
“Shut it.”
He walked out, grabbed a plate of what looked like some hardtack, and walked out. I munched on them and laid down.
When it was night I snucked out of my tent, and tried to sneak around. The two guards were out, guns just lyin’ there. I took both of them, hid one behind my tent, and took some ammo out of his top pocket. I went from tent to tent, till I found my brother’s.
“Alan, Alan, you awake?” I whispered to the tent.
“Ern is that you?”
“Brother, we gotta leave right now. They want to execute me cause they thinks I shot you.”
“Didn’t ya shoot me? Thoughts you did.”
“Al, if you thinks I shot you, then you-”
“STOP RIGHT THERE BOY!” shouted someone in the distance.
Someone was running towards from way behind me. “MOVE AND YOU DIE!”
“Ern, kill em.”
I loaded my gun, with no hesitation. I shot and fired in the direction of where I heard, and heard the shout of death. “SHOTS FIRED IN THE CAMP! GIT YOUR GUNS!”
“Ern, I can walk. Not fast, but I can keep up. I knows where the horses is, follow me.”
We went out and around all the tents, going in and out. Alan hobbled along, but he went fast enough. Finally we got to the horses.
“I sees them movin’ in the dark. SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!”
Shots started firin’ at us. We needed to go now. “GET ON THE HORSE ERN!”
I shot my gun two more times in the direction, and mounted the horse. Alan got on behind me, and I whipped her and we took off. Shots still firin’ at us, glowing yellow flyin’ past us like shootin’ stars. It didn’t matter now, we was safe.
“Ern, take us home.”
“Sure thing brother.”