Our shifty-eyed commander formulates a plan of attack.

"You look good in blue. It brings out the color of your eyes."

"Are we there yet?"

"What do you know, you can use a plate for a shovel!" Federal troops dig-in and prepare hasty trench works before battle.

"Hey come the rebs!" Gray wool seemed to have magical protective powers against Federal lead. It took forever to drop some of those Seccesh!

A bit battle sore but none the worse for wear. We head back to camp victorious as we sang Marching Through Georgia.