:16:00
We was hopin' Zeb might be goin' with us.
:16:04
Pa went when the first bugle blew.
:16:07
Ain't one enough?
:16:10
Hi, Corporal.
:16:13
Jeremiah, give Mr. Peterson
some buttermilk.
:16:16
Buttermilk!
:16:29
It's from your Aunt Lilith.
:16:31
Says there ain't no war out in California
and they don't expect there'll be one.
:16:36
"Business is brisk.
:16:38
"Many opportunities
for an energetic young man. "
:16:42
There's talk of building a railroad east.
:16:45
"Cleve has hopes of gettin' in
on the ground floor.
:16:49
"We would welcome Zeb
if he wants to come. "
:16:51
Ma, did you write her about me?
:16:56
Not exactly...
:16:57
Now, did you?
:16:59
I told her you didn't like farmin'
any better than your pa did.
:17:02
Ma, you got the wrong idea about this war.
:17:05
It ain't gonna be so bad, is it, Corporal?
:17:08
You know, Pa's havin' the time of his life.
:17:10
Now, Mrs. Rawlings,
I got it from the captain himself...
:17:13
...that we ain't gonna be gone
no time at all.
:17:18
Pa left it up to you whether I go or not.
But you know what he really felt.
:17:22
Mrs. Rawlings, there ain't much glory
in trompin' behind a plow.
:17:27
I reckon there's no hurry
in answerin' this letter.
:17:31
Thank you for waitin'.
:17:35
You mean I can go?
:17:38
Well, there'll be things to do.
:17:42
Ma...
:17:46
I've gotta get your underwear washed
and your socks darned.
:17:52
Do they give you one of them suits?
:17:55
One of them uniforms?
:17:58
I reckon.