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Post by chowda on Apr 17, 2008 11:04:58 GMT -5
Were coming to quash your petty rebellion! ;D
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Post by Slinky on Apr 17, 2008 11:42:18 GMT -5
YAY ENTERPRISE!!!!!
its always nice to play with the guy that shot davi in the headd with me and farva
Spyer bayne is playing with us
this sounds like the time for dropkick murphys ;D
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Post by VooDoo on Apr 17, 2008 11:42:53 GMT -5
"I was in Richmond when my Soldier fought the awful battle of Five Forks, Richmond surrendered, and the surging sea of fire swept the city. News of the fate of Five Forks had reached us, and the city was full of rumors that General Pickett was killed. I did not believe them. I knew he would come back, he had told me so. But they were very anxious hours. The day after the fire, there was a sharp rap at the door. The servants had all run away. The city was full of northern troops, and my environment had not taught me to love them. The fate of other cities had awakened my fears for Richmond. With my baby on my arm, I answered the knock, opened the door and looked up at a tall, gaunt, sad-faced man in ill-fitting clothes who, with the accent of the North, asked:
"Is this George Pickett's place?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, "but he is not here."
"I know that, ma'am," he replied, "but I just wanted to see the place. I am Abraham Lincoln."
"The President!" I gasped.
The stranger shook his head and said, "No, ma'am; no, ma'am; just Abraham Lincoln; George's old friend."
"I am George Pickett's wife and this is his baby," was all I could say. I had never seen Mr. Lincoln but remembered the intense love and reverence with which my Soldier always spoke of him.
My baby pushed away from me and reached out his hands to Mr. Lincoln, who took him in his arms. As he did so an expression of rapt, almost divine, tenderness and love lighted up the sad face. It was a look that I have never seen on any other face. My baby opened his mouth wide and insisted upon giving his father's friend a dewy infantile kiss. As Mr. Lincoln gave the little one back to me, shaking his finger at him playfully, he said:
"Tell your father, the rascal, that I forgive him for the sake of that kiss and those bright eyes."
He turned and went down the steps, talking to himself, and passed out of my sight forever, but in my memory those intensely human eyes, that strong, sad face, have a perpetual abiding place—that face which puzzled all artists but revealed itself to the intuitions of a little child, causing it to hold out its hands to be taken and its lips to be kissed."
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Post by Spearhead (Caleb) on Apr 17, 2008 14:06:32 GMT -5
lol sweet its all the teams from DOTI so far for yall.... and we beat yall last time and we can do it again! i am noticing that, this is going to be awesome. We just need Seek and Destroy to side with us now.
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Post by princejohn on Apr 17, 2008 14:43:08 GMT -5
Seems things will repeat its self, the south will be out gunned But non the less our victory will be sweet, sweet nectar, whilst we grow old sitting on our porches watching the sun rise over yonder hill and thinking about days gone by.
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Post by "Devastator" on Apr 17, 2008 14:52:41 GMT -5
Man is this ever looking promising! I love this game!
THE UNION IS STRONG (with so many of the same teams as DOTI) HOW CAN WE LOOSE!
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Post by ducttape on Apr 17, 2008 15:58:51 GMT -5
like at DOTI ;D
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by "Devastator" on Apr 17, 2008 18:07:38 GMT -5
Yes, like at DOTI!
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Post by Slinky on Apr 17, 2008 21:38:32 GMT -5
i for one WON! at DOTI
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Post by pickle on Apr 17, 2008 22:55:38 GMT -5
Gentlemen I bring you good news, the 11th Maine Volunteer Regiment (OFU) has mustered under the leadership of IV Corps and General McClellan for the Battle at Malvern Hill. Gentlemen prepare for the Lord's bloody business.
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Post by Slinky on Apr 17, 2008 22:56:57 GMT -5
YAY pickle and kouza
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Post by pickle on Apr 17, 2008 23:10:30 GMT -5
Yes gentlemen, prepare to reap the harvest of death.
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Post by kouza on Apr 17, 2008 23:12:14 GMT -5
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Post by Slinky on Apr 17, 2008 23:21:25 GMT -5
was that mighty mouse at the end
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Post by Baby Steak on Apr 18, 2008 5:04:21 GMT -5
was that mighty mouse at the end Thanks for the motivational speech Kouza, I can fly!!! Here he comes to save the day!!! It's 8oz!!!
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