The commanders aren't actually civil war commanders they are OC's. The only specific commander from the civil war that will make an appearance in this fic is Colonel Joshua Chamberlin of the twentieth Maine but that's it. Some units are referred to by the names given to them in the civil war. Reynolds first corps for instance or Buford's Calvary or the Stonewall Brigade not acuallty mentioned by name but as an example.

"Counter Battery fire" Captain John Mckinley shouted over the roar of the incoming fire to the gunners of the 1st Michigan light Artillery.

The First's guns barked the response to the confederate Barrage. With astounding affect against the battery they were facing. John looked through his field glasses and counted 3 hits on the enemy battery he was targeting leaving only 2 cannons intact for the confederate heavy artillery battery. All John knew was that this was the opening battle for the nearby town of Franklin 63,575 union troops attacked an under strength confederate garrison of 36,345 men. The confederate garrison abandoned the town to make for the Charles town crossing a small village on the Charles town river. A patrol of union Calvary beat them there and threw down the bridge leaving the rebels to turn and give battle.

"Cease fire Cease fire" Johnson shouted as he saw the first uion troops march into view.

The Roll of muskets and boom of cannon stopped when out of the blue the sky darkened darker then the Iron Brigades hats. John a God fearing Christian man muttered a quick prayer.

Lightening cracked across the sky then a loud voice noble yet wizened voice rang out "You have been chosen to aid my heir in their fight against darkness. Then perhaps you will forge anew the bond of fellow ship all men share and unite your shattered country."

John began feeling light headed then saw men start passing out before he to fell. He looked into the now bright morning sky shut his eyes and saw no more.

John started coming back to himself and awoke to see a blade coming down at his neck. John rolled out of the way drew climbed to his feet. He climbed to his feet and looked at his enemy. The enemy looked like a beast made in mockery of man. Blackened skin and a face covered in white paint only made the beasts already hideous appearance even worse the huge teeth and black cold cruel eyes left only one thought in Johns mind it was made to kill and he was its next target. It charge John again, John only dodging just barley before drawing his service pistol and firing. The beast went down a ragged hole torn in its head, Black tainted blood spilling onto the ground. Now John Thought only 2 thing left to answer what the bloody hell was that thing, and where in the fucking hell was he?

HAHAHAHA I'm cruel aren't I. This story will be updated when I get five reviews no more no less. By the way 3 guesses onto what was being described and another three onto who the voice was. It wasn't Elfish that is the only hint you get for the voice. Peace out Home skillets.