It’s dark down here.

We’d heard, of course, of the awesome weapons at their disposal, but we weren’t prepared to be defeated by our own fear. The way the Bluebellies had swept out of the north, leaving devastation in their wake, was now a thing of legend, grown larger in the telling and retelling. These echoes thundered before them as the Yankee juggernaut pressed relentlessly westward to find us craven and trembling in the cellar, completely unmanned. We had lost the swagger we had affected while the monster was at arms length and when face to face with the legend, we saw them unbeatable and proceeded to fulfill our own Prophecy. Can no one save us? Will not one man stand…?