John, I had hoped for good news.
I tried to negotiate a trade for
prisoners that would bring our
soldiers home and send their boy’s
back to them. One of the boys on
that list was your son.
John is hopeful.
I'm afraid I have bad news. Your
son died in the confederate prison
camp fighting for freedom.
John stares at the fire in the large marble faced fire place with large tears in his eyes.
JOHN ROSS (V.O.)
As you may imagine I was defeated
at that moment. I couldn't talk or
think. I had seen very little of
my sons since they had gone ahead
of us with relatives to Oklahoma.
John is stunned. He stares at the marble fireplace for a moment and then stands and walks out.
INT. WHITE HOUSE HALL
He walks past the guards to his room and goes inside.
INT. JOHN ROSS WHITE HOUSE BEDROOM
The room is lit from another high burning fireplace that cast it's shadow on the elegant walls and furniture. John sits in a corner grieving for his son. He speaks softly to himself.
God, why do you allow this? My son
did not deserve to die.
John appears strong. He looks over at his dresser.
He sees a picture of Quatie and his two sons, taken when