Sarge, Is That a Farm?

We were lost. No food, no provisions. We need to find shelter before nightfall. By twilight, we reached a clearing with a sizable plantation hole. The big house seemed to be surrounded completely by the dried cornfield. It was as if the place had been purposely hidden. I don't like it. Something odd about this place. There's an appear we have much choice. In accommodations, call for. If force is called for, we will conduct ourselves peacefully with civilians. Is that understood? Yes, sir.