"Dear Mr. Inman,
"I began by counting the days,
"then the months.
"I don't count on anything anymore
"and the silent fear that in the years
this war, this awful war, will have
This poor boy's from Alabama,
- He's a long way from home,
Why don't them Yanks just attack?
(man #4) Got any shirts, son?
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm
It's Mo Oakley's boy,
Can't be old enough to fight, can he?
- Good morning,
Got some boots and jackets,
- Here, You want that?
I hope these boots can hold up
'cause they're taking me
(woman) "I think now
"and wish I could repair them.
My awkward nature,
All right, that's it,
Enough powder here
(soldier #2) Yeah,
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm
That old book of yours is in shreds,
Same as us, Seen too much war,
Hey, Oakley, Don't worry, son,
They ain't open yet,
Close it up,
- (man) Hey, where'd you come from?
- (man #2) He's mine, Butcher,
- Hey, I saw him first,
- (Butcher) I saw it first!
Get your paws off my rabbit!
(horses neighing)
(screaming)
(woman) "When I came with my father
"I was so shy of how I looked,
"so out of place.
"But did you know how happy I was
from a world of slaves
(man) What do you fools think
- (man #2) The South?
- (man #3) Damn right,
(man) Last time I checked,
(Butcher) Never figured you
(man #3) I tell you,
I'm gonna go off
(man) Piss and vinegar,
(man #2) Fightin' for a rich man's slave,
(Oakley) Whoa, here comes the minister,
(minister) Ben, thank you,
(man #4) Lord have mercy,
(Butcher) Look what's in it,
(man #5) Oakley,
(man #6) That's a true Southern belle,
- Mr, Swanger! Good morning to you,
Esco, you remember my daughter, Ada,
- Miss Monroe,
- Morning,
- Excellent progress,
- Mrs, Swanger, Mrs, Castlereagh,
Now, if y'all will excuse me,
except the hope that you will return,
since we saw each other,
changed us both beyond all reckoning. "
- Thank you,
- Morning, son,
You want one?
- Thanks,
for 400 miles,
back to Cold Mountain,
on the fleeting moments between us
the things left unsaid. "
to blow a hole in the sky,
a real Yankee good mornin',
Them Yankee boys keep store hours,
- Hey, that's fresh breakfast,
- (Butcher) Hey! Hey! Get away!
- (man) Come on!
- That's my rabbit! That's my rabbit!
Get your paws off my rabbit!
to the town of Cold Mountain,
to escape from Charleston,
and corsets and cotton?"
you'll be fightin' for?
- I call this nail Northern Aggression,
- I call this nail the Yankee Skulls,
the South was a direction,
for a Lincoln lover, JT,
as soon as I finish this chapel,
and kill me some Yankees,
that's what,
Will you assist my daughter?
look at that bonnet,
hand me the hammer, boy,
- (Swanger) Morning, Reverend,
- Good morning,
- (all) Morning,
- Morning,
- Morning, Reverend,