Tumble Weeds Abound

[cameronm]

This parade ground has not been used for many months, judging by all the tumble weeds. I think I will graze my heard of goats here

[Scott Ludwig]

Hey Cam,

I heard that General Riggs lost his reading glasses during a retreat in Middle Tennessee! He's got the whole army looking in every thicket in the state!

I found this jar of whiskey though in a Yankee supply cart over there, ya want some?!?

[Joe Meyer]

This isn't the Parade Ground, its the target range! Those things buzzing about your ears aren't bees, they're .58 caliber bullets. And that's not Yankee whiskey in that jar, its Rebel goat piss.

Since Cam left his goats here we've trained them to use the jars in the wagon to relieve themselves. On a weekly basis we transfer the contents into Kentucky Sour Mash bottles and ship it south in decoy convoys. Intelligence reports indicate that a number of Confederate cavalry divisions have begun to fight each other over the train, a promising sign that the CSA liquor industry is finally succumbing to the ravages of war. But some of our analysts have a contrary notion about what's going on. Since the goats belong to General McOmish, he may be have put them through his CSA Drinking Team as an experiment, in which case the animals' urine may contain an exorbitantly high amount of alcohol!