Okay so two squads—one Blue, one Gray—
are sent out w/ little or no equipment, this much
we know & we also know that, upon return,
both were meant to be lugging enough suds
for their respective platoons—one Blue, one Gray—
(& we’re told several bags of peanuts & jerky)
but they never reach the brewery, curiously enough,
they encounter each other in Deep Appalachian Wood
& this is where The Literature leaves off, just how
this Battle of Beer Run was prosecuted among these
six or seven per side—some Blue, some Gray—
did they clap each other with little shovels, did they
throw each other’s uniforms up in the spruces &
leave them bare, beer-less & oddly hopeful?
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