Yanks and Rebs clash in a clearing on swampy Florida.
The sun shines brightly on this peaceful rural corner but then...
Yeehaw! The rebs show up looking for a fight
The first federals appear in the battlefield firing the opening shots and killing a southern boy
A big column of northerners moves in at a steady pace
Even more yanks form up and open a terrifying fire
The outnumbered confederates give as good as they take until...
Bum! A unit is blown up by artillery
The rebels concentrate fire on the gun, routing the crew
But their own artillerists leg it too
Finally the long awaited reinforcements appear (to a collective sigh of relief), and punish the weakened blue line, a battered unit of confederates moves to the rear to patch up
The increase in firepower is telling
The southern colonel rallies his boys in the rear
More and more yankees flee
With mounting losses and sinking morale, the fedral commander decides to call it a day
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