For the last time, Sergeant, I'm telling you I want the prisoners treated as prisoners. No more brutality.

There's hundreds of prisoners out there and only a few men to guard 'em. Now what am I supposed to do? I have to have respect.

I think that you'll manage to gain their respect by treating them better.

Are our men treated that well in Andersonville camp?

I don't give a goddamn what they do in Andersonville. While I'm in charge here the prisoners are not to be tortured, or cheated, or murdered.

That an accusation?

Sergeant, gangrene is eating my leg away, not my eyes. I know the prisoners here are being robbed systematically. I know there's scum around who are bivouacked near the camp, waiting for someone to deliver this loot. But as long as I'm commandant I won't permit any such trickery. Am I clear?

Yes, just as long as you're the commandant.

Yes, Sergeant. I know this leg means I won't last very long, but I pray I can manage to have enough time to amass evidence to bring to a court-martial all those who discredit and dishonor the uniform of the Union!

I wish you luck.