This is a sketch I wrote a couple months back, thought it was short and sweet.
EXT. PUBLIC PARK BATTLEFIELD – DAY
Fife and drum music plays in the background as a lone soldier emerges from the woods. The Yankee carries a kids toy rifle and wears a new York Yankees baseball cap. His jacket is blue and his pants are blue. Ahead of him 30 yards away is the Confederate dressed in a khaki jacket, khaki pants and a UNLV Rebels hat, he also has a kids toy rifle.
The marching Yankee gets closer and closer to the stern looking confederate.
The Yankee charges at the confederate. Screaming!
The Yankee drops to the ground In a slow motion death spiral. A choir full of angels sings softly as the Yankee falls to the ground in a heap motionless.
(Back to regular speed.)
The Confederate soldier Pumps his fist
You Dead Yank!?
Its Beer time!
The yankee gets up and the confederate walks away from the battlefield.
EXT. PARK PARKING LOT – DAY
parking lot tailgate. Confederate sits on lawn chair his trusty toy rifle is next to him, he takes a slow sip of beer viewing what was once a serene park. The Yankee leans against a minivan from the mid 90’s (possibly an Aerostar) he also drinks a beer and looks out fondly and remembers the destruction that was wrought that day.
Nice Death, I think I heard angels there for a minute.
Yep, thats what happens when an American dies.