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“Whar’s that damn Yankee Lieutenant?” barked the Rebel Sergeant.             Reuben struggled to his feet. His stomach still churned from the half-cooked Confederate cornmeal of the night before. He’d been up half the night tending to the wounded Cronin. They had finally fallen asleep about the same time. His back ached from sleeping on theContinue reading “Interrogation”