It was great! I'll just copy my Facebook status here:
During the first battle, us rebels hid in the trees, waiting for the yankee soldiers to march by. Then, we let loose a volley! Slowly, we drew back out of the trees, till we were in a field. The yanks brought up an artillery piece and started pounding us. Our lines moved forward and fell back for about ten minutes. Then, we truly started to get decimated. Our captain fell, and so did most of our men. I took a fragment wound to the thigh, but I managed to stay up, using my rifle as a prop. I limped over to the wounded captain, who soon pulled out both of his pistols and started shooting up the yanks. I then limped over to a injured Union soldier, and "hit" him with the butt of my gun. Then, as I began to pull back, a yank shot me, and I died.
During the second battle, it was the same scenario, except when we pulled out of the trees, we worked our way behind the Union line, and we sort of flip flopped. Slowly, we began to be eliminated. It was cool, because I pointed my rifle at a guy, shot, and he dropped dead. That doesn't always happen. Hiding behind a port-a-potty, I shot at a yank, then suddenly, a yank came from the other side and captured me! I fell to my knees and begged him not to kill me. He then dragged me back to the Union cannon, told me to get on my knees, pulled out a pistol, and shot me in the head. I crumpled to the ground.
