Battle Flag (Starbuck Chronicles)
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Distinguished at the Battle of Cedar Mountain, Confederate Captain Nate Starbuck's career is jeopardized once again by the suspicion and hostility of his brigade commander, General Washington Faulconer. The outcome of this vicious fight drastically changes both men's fortunes and propels AX into the ghastly bloodletting at the Second Battle of Manassas.
Evocative and historically accurate, Battle Flag continues Bernard Cornwell's powerful series of Nate's adventures on some of the most decisive battlefields of the American Civil War.
stop wasting my goddamn time before I goddamn kick you out.” The boy grinned. “Do I get a goddamn gun?” “You don’t need a gun,” Starbuck said. “In case I have to protect myself from the Yankees who want to make me into a free man,” Lucifer said, then laughed. “Can’t be a soldier without a gun.” “You ain’t a soldier,” Starbuck said. “You’re a cook.” “You said I can be whatever I want to be,” the boy said, “remember?” Then he ran off. “That’s one nigger you won’t see again,” Truslow said from
that it bounced two feet in the air when its wheels struck a sprawling corpse. In the trees the cannon smoke cleared to reveal a patch of woodland ripped and scarred by canister. “Keep firing!” Starbuck shouted at his men; then, as Pine’s team dragged the gun back across the shallowest part of the cutting and so up to the sparse woodland beyond, Starbuck ran to his right to determine where his men’s line ended. He found Lieutenant Patterson. “Where’s Medlicott?” Starbuck shouted over the rifle
harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, and make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres.” He spoke even more closely into the ear of the astonished Lieutenant. “Did you know, Coffman, that the very moment an immigrant boat docks in Boston all the Beacon Hill families send their wives down to the harbor to be impregnated? Is that not the undeniable truth, Starbuck?” “Indeed it is, sir, and they send their daughters as well if the boat arrives on the Sabbath.” “Boston is a
“You’d rather have whiskey?” Starbuck offered Levergood a bottle. “It’s good Northern liquor,” Starbuck added mischievously. Other Pennsylvanians joined the Legionnaires. Newspapers were exchanged and twists of tobacco swapped for coffee, though the briskest trade was in Confederate dollars. Every Northerner wanted to buy Southern scrip to send home as a souvenir, and the price of the ill-printed Southern money was rising by the minute. The men made their trades beside the great pyre that was a
Adam had found paper and string and made a parcel addressed to the Reverend Elial Starbuck on Walnut Street in Boston. He had been planning to send the parcel from the depot, but now he could deliver the prize personally. It was obvious from the consistency of the package that it contained cloth, and the Reverend Starbuck, prodding with his finger, was scarce able to believe what he suspected. “It isn’t…” he began, then without waiting to finish his question he tore the paper and string greedily