Archivist: There you go.
Narrator: [on video] Families and sweethearts back home waited desperately for letters from the front.
Soldier: [on video] Dearest mother I'm sorry it has been so long since my last letter. It is three months since I arrived at Schrute Farms and I fear I may never leave this place alive. Melvin Fifer Garris.
Dwight K. Schrute: Hallowed ground.
Narrator: [on video] But the Battle at Schrute Farms was no battle at all. It was a code used by pacifists from both North and South who turned the Pennsylvania farmhouse into an artistic community and a refuge from the war.
Amanda: [on video] You have to understand. Poets, artists, dancers, these kind of men preferred peace to war. These delicate lovely men found a place of refuge among the Schrutes at Schrute Farms. Amidst the macho brutality of war this was a place where dandies and dreamers could put on plays and sing tender ballads and dance in the moonlight. I like to think of Schrute Farms as the Underground Railroad for the sensitive... and well... fabulous.
Oscar: Wow. This is so much better than the story you made up.
Dwight K. Schrute: I've seen enough.
Oscar: You're right. There should be a monument to this.