“All right, you men,” said an officer. “Come along.” Jack Ellyat’s heart made a sudden lump in his chest. It was a blue officer. They were back in their lines, Back out of prison. Bailey whirled out his arm In a great wheel gesture. “Hell,” he said in a low, Moved voice, thumbed his nose across at the Stars and Bars And burst into horrible tears. Jack Ellyat held him. “Captain, when do we eat?” said the Jew in a wail.