Why General Hampel, sir. As I live and breathe! I have not seen hide or hair of you since our retreat out of Franklin, sir!
Please, sir. Keep your money. Let me fill up your glass with something I think you will enjoy. Something straight from McOmish Distilleries. A little Snake Bite Antidote #6.
* produces a bottle and, with a cheery smile, begins to pour two glasses full, all while whistling "Kill That Yankee Soldier" *
Ah, sir, what a retreat it was. I sent a couple couriers to seek you out but...alas...I heard nothing back.
* sniffs and takes a swig *
As the vanguard of the retreat and with no direction from high command, we were quickly overwhelmed by General Swansons forces and taken prisoner.
I have to say, for prisoners, they treated us very well. They only tied one of my command to an artillery wagon wheel for a day because the poor fool washed one of their cast iron skillets with soap. Poor soul.
* takes another long swig from his glass *
Don't mind if I light up, do ya, sir?
* removes a sterling silver cigar case and produces a nice, robust cigar, strikes a lucifer on the heel of his boot, and brings it to life *
Ahhhhh. Now, that's good. Anyways, where were we? Oh yes. I was impressed by the generosity of my captors. Impressed enough that, after a few long conversations, finds out, we see eye to eye on many things, the haughtiness of the blue devils being one of them.
One doesn't have to agree with someone on every term to be comrades. Just enough terms to identify a mutual enemy. 
* finishes his glass and refills it and takes another long pull on the most excellent cigar *
Would you hand me that ash tray, sir? 
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