General Weir,
Bob,
Just passing through to see what's going on at Miss Clarissa's. Every once in awhile if I'm the only officer in the place... she'll let me buy her a drink and talk sweetly to me. But as soon as General Swan... that handsome devil... walks in... I find myself alone and starring into a half empty glass.
Ah well... one of these days Prax will make an honest woman of Miss Clarissa and we'll have to find someone else to beautify the place.
I raise my glass in a toast to the Army of Georgia and General Swan. Hip Hip Hurrah!
General Weir... I left some money with Clarissa. Have a drink on me! <salute>