"“Got any rations you don’t need?” one of them asked, stretching out his hands imploringly to Cassius. “You feed me if I was in there?” Cassius asked. “Well, I hope so,” the man answered after a perceptible pause for thought. “I’m a Christian, or I try to be.” “Reckon Jake Featherston’s a Christian, too?” “Sure he is,” the POW said, this time without hesitation. “He loves Jesus, same as you’n me. Jesus loves him, too. “Fuck you, you ofay asshole.” Cassius turned away. “You can starve.” “You ain’t no Christian,” the Confederate called after him. “If Jake Featherston is, I don’t want to be.”"