"What we've got here...is a failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach. So you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it...well, he gets it. I don't like it any more than you, men."
These words echoed through the mind of Jobe Mclanahan, a union soldier fighting alongside his friend and brother in arms, Samson White. The war is tiring and whether they know it or not, this'll be the last true battle to be fought in this civil war. The battle for Palmito Ranch. Jobe was a scraggly and unkept man, the war had taken a toll on him, not only on his looks but on his body as well. It seemed to have aged him, this war. The last three years or so he'd seen battle after battle, he even took a bullet to the arm about a year ago, he was lucky to have survived this long...if you want to call that luck. Between injuries and disease, Jobe sometimes thought he'd be better off dead, but he knew that what he'd be coming home to was well worth the fight to stay alive