Jason McCord: There's something you don't understand, Wateekah. All men are brothers. The color of their skin doesn't have anything to do with the side that he fights on.
Chief Wateekah: We shall see... brother!
Corp. Johnny Macon: Five minutes ago... he laughed... cried... and wrote a letter home.
[breaks off end of arrow in soldiers back]
Corp. Johnny Macon: Just a dirty little piece of wood now... with blood on it. Why couldn't they leave it on a tree... let it keep growing?