Atlanta, 1864: A Bellum Belle

"War is Hell", said Sherman.

"Ah, shit.", said Cecilia.

It was obvious to Cecilia that the aristocracy her father had been off fighting for, and that she had been born into, was rapidly evaporating, like horse-piss in June.

"The niggers will be free", she thought, and wished she had had some guns.

As it was she in the big mansion, alone, with nought but the silver cutlery.

"Oh well, perhaps, I can ride this out...they'll spare me, surely...", she warbled with thick Southern syrup.