Commander James Lee Henderson had risen very early this morning, actually he had not slept that night but rested about a half-hour after finishing the paper work. Today would be a day of revolution and great victory for the CSA. James gathered some of his most trusted men, none of which were high ranked, and gave them all partial stacks of the papers with the orders to hand them out to the higher ups in the camp. The trumpet blew about ten minutes after sunrise and James stood in the center of the camp, horse at his side, and his war attire on. The high ranked men of the camp all seemed pleased with themselves, none of them looking angry or such but arrogant and ready to watch their men fight these barbarians to the death. They also had the envelopes in their hands, none opened as they had been threatened with execution if they did before given the order to. James, on the other hand, looked mighty and just, like a Confederate Commander should... "Today, gentlemen, is a great day. I think you will all agree," He began to walk slowly in front of the rows upon rows of men. They did look mighty... "Today is the day that we go to war. We will be fighting the enemy of all enemies. The single biggest threat to our great nation of Confederate America!" The crowd, although the soldiers themselves were not for it, cheered a cry of war. James simply grinned and held up a hand, continuing when the crowd silenced, "Make no mistake... Many of you will die today. Just as many of our brothers have in the past. Yesterday... The slaughter of one our scouts took place. He. Was. Murdered!" There was no cheers for this as a cold chill crept over the men and boys, "Today... Today those murderers will be punished as murderers should," Commander Henderson signaled he was done and the horses, cannons, and men were prepared for war... As James mounted his stallion, he began to chuckle, "One more thing that I forgot to mention! Please! Your attention please!" Everyone stopped and looked to the commander, "All of you who received that special envelope from me, may now open it and read it. Remember, abandoning is a crime that is punished by death!" A sort of confusion went over the masses but was soon replaced by the terror of the high ranked men who read the messages. The order of Commander Henderson was one of a new tactical idea. While the usual combat strategy involved privates and new guys in the front with the men who had not fought for years near the back, this was a new, innovative idea... Reverse the positions. Higher ups... To the front... In big, bold letters near the bottom read, "Any man ranked higher than Captain found behind the front lines will be immediately executed. Questions, concerns, etc will only be addressed after today's date" "What the hell?!" The man who had almost shot James cried out, "You're going to send us to the front along with these boys to die while you sit back here and watch us die? You see what sort of family he is?!" James laughed and shook his head, "Oh no no! If you read it... Lower ranked members are to guard the camp while anyone ranked higher than Major is to attack. I will be right there with you boys!" With another chuckle and a preparation of a cigar, the young commander road towards the entrance of the camp and, with a crowd of lower ranked soldiers beginning to cheer and almost turned into a mob. The commander had a good quarter mile between him and the camp when he saw the scout. James raised his hand hand and made a motion at the scout, not really to 'run' or 'hide' but just acknowledge that he was there. If James made it back... He could continue all the way to Tennessee without any disturbances... Back at the camp, the soldiers were all but pushing their once leaders out of the camp and finally a few wild gunshots got them riding off on their horses.