Lee, do you yield? You shot him in the side Yes, he yields I’m satisfied Yo, we gotta clear the field Go We won Here comes the general This should be fun What is the meaning of this? Mr. Burr, get a medic for the general Yes, sir Lee, you will never agree with me But believe me, these young men don’t speak for me Thank you for your service Let’s ride Hamilton Sir Meet me inside Meet him inside Meet him inside Meet him inside, meet him, meet him inside Son Don’t call me son This war is hard enough Without infighting Lee called you out We called his bluff You solve nothing, you aggravate our allies to the south You're absolutely right, John should have shot him in the mouth That would’ve shut him up Son I’m notcha son Watch your tone I am not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown Charles Lee, Thomas Conway These men take your name and they rake it Through the mud My name’s been through a lot, I can take it Well, I don’t have your name I don’t have your titles I don’t have your land But, if you No If you gave me command of a battalion, a group of men to lead I could fly above my station after the war Or you could die and we need you alive I’m more than willing to die Your wife needs you alive, son, I need you alive Call me son one more time Go home, Alexander That’s an order from your commander Sir Go home