I do not own the rights to the movie Gettysburg. It's is property of New Line Cinemas.

Hey guys. Sorry about the wait. A lot has happened. Had to move, Almost lost my Jeep, got engaged, and biking my body up for another round for the Military. While I hate what the Army has become, it isn't doing me any good being on the sidelines and trolling. Best way to make a difference is be a part of the solution.

Anyway, this is a small part but reason is mostly because I'm having trouble writing the reactions in. Writing in the movie and other stuff is easy. Reactions is harder.

Anyway enjoy.

As the girls settled in, the movie began again.

The scene changed to nighttime. As the Confederates rested after the first day of battle, group of horses rode down a line of lit fires. As the soldiers greeted the men with both a "Howdy." Or a "Howdy, General." The lead man in the group, a General is happy as he arrives.

Confederate General: "Hello, my boys. Virginia has arrived!"

The girls were stunned. The General looked a lot like Sun.

Blake rolled her eyes. Of course her friend would be a cheerful General.

The group stops as General Longstreet states up at the General who salutes him.

Confederate General: "General Pickett presents his compliments...and asks to "parler" with the commanding general, "s'il vous plaît"."

Longstreet laughs and moves forward as Pickett dismounts along with his staff.

Longstreet: "Hey, George."

Pickett: "General."

As they shake hands, Longstreet scrunches his nose.

Longstreet: "Good Lord, what is that smell?"

Pickett: "That's me. Ain't it lovely?"

As he said this, another General steps up behind Pickett.

Confederate General: "He got it off a dead Frenchman. Good evening to you, James."

"DAD!" Yang and Ruby screeched.

Raven stared wide-eyed at the new face.

'He looks real good in a uniform.' she squirmed.

Longstreet: "Hey, Lo."

Pickett: "I did not get it off a dead Frenchman. I bought it in a store in Richmond with Sally. It did have a French name, but Miss Corbert likes it."

The men laugh before Longstreet stepped back, revealing a man with a unique mustache.

Longstreet: "Excuse me. Gentlemen? Colonel Fremantle? Allow me to introduce Major General George Pickett.

"Huh," Yang tilted her head. "What is it with guys and weird mustaches?"

"To show class, you bimbo." Weiss scolded her roommate.

Longstreet continued with his introductions.

Longstreet: "General Pickett, Lieutenant Colonel Arthur Fremantle...of Her Majesty's venerable and elite Cold Stream Guards...Britain's military attach"é" to the Confederacy...and, you might say, the eyes and ears of Queen Victoria."

Fremantle: "Hardly, sir. I'm merely an observer and your humble guest."

That didn't stop General Pickett to bow before the British officer.

The room was quiet.

"So he isn't an American?" Ruby asked innocently.

Blake looked into the book and after a bit, found a bit more on the Brit. "According to this, Fremantle is from Britain. The Island actually owned thirteen colonies in America in the 1700s. But over the years, tensions boiled to become the Revolutionary War that started from April 19, 1775 and ended September 3, 1783. In which case The U.S was born."

The history shocked the women.

"But that doesn't explain why Fremantle is here." Weiss questioned.

Glynda cut off Blake. "He is there to decide if Britain will enter the war to help the South."

The girls looked at their teacher. Glynda explained. "Unless he is no longer attached to the military, his voice will heard in his home country and will ultimately decide if Britain will fight with the south and force the North to cease hostilities."

The girls nodded before returning to the movie.

Pickett: "The fame of your regiment has preceded you."

Longstreet: "General Pickett here is our ranking strategist. The First Corps Army of Northern Virginia. We refer all our deeper questions to him."

Pickett: "They do. They do indeed."

Longstreet: "His record at West Point is still the talk of both armies."

Pickett: You know I consider it unbecoming to a soldier, all this book learning.

Armistead: "Book learning ain't for gentlemen, right?"

Pickett: "Nor that either."

The men laughed heartily.

Longstreet: "He graduated last in his class. Dead last. Quite a feat, considering his classmates."

Pickett: "The Yankees got all the smart ones. Look where it's got them."

Weiss bristled at the comment. She spent every moment of her childhood learning of different tactics to employ when she became a team leader. To hear the Pickett was the lowest in his class and yet was still able to swing dangerous haymakers at the North frightened her.

Pickett: "Let me present my commanders. Each one of these chaps, as you might say, commands a brigade of mine."

He brings forth the man resembling Yang and Ruby's dad.

Pickett: "Now this fellow here, this is Lo Armistead. Lo! That's short for Lothario. The lover!"

Yang and Ruby snickered.

"Kind of reminds me of the time dad tried a dating app." Yang giggled.

Ruby smiled. "He really was bad at picking up women."

Raven narrowed her eyes. She knew Tai was going to take both her departure and Summer's death hard but to hear that her daughter and niece helped him to hunt for another women irked her.

Pickett: "This here is Richard Brooke Garnett. You'll pardon his limp. He got kicked by his horse the other day."

Weiss flinched, a movement noticed by Ruby. "You okay, Weiss?"

The Schnee heiress shook her head. "I know how he feels. I've been kicked by a horse."

She flinch once again. "It hurts. A lot."

Pickett: "That fellow there..."

Fremantle turns around to see a man who stood out from the others. Immediately the Englishman knew that he was staring at a politician.

Pickett: "That's Jim Kemper. You note the shifty eye, the hand in the pocket. He's not even a West Pointer, so watch him. He's a politician from Virginia. Jimmy's only here for the votes."

The girls were immediately confused.

"Yo, what is a cake-eater doin there?" Yang glared.

"Votes?" Blake scoffed. "What is there to vote on?"

"Typical." Glynda rubbed her head. "The last thing any army needs is a politician playing general. He's going to get someone killed."

Even Raven looked disgusted. "A politician? In their ranks?" She sighed. "A weak choice indeed."

Kemper: "I was Speaker of the House in Virginia. As a matter of fact, I'd like to talk to you about some political matters."

Pickett rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving the Brit to his fate.

Kemper: "You know the Queen, don't you What I need to know and tell my folks back home is: When are you going to do something...about that damn Yankee blockade out there on the water? Can you tell me something about that?"

Meanwhile, Longstreet and Armistead walked at short ways away to discuss other matters.

Armistead: "Have you heard any news of old Winfield? Old Winnie boy?"

Longstreet: "Hancock? Oh, yeah."

Armistead: "Well, how's he doing?"

Longstreet: "You're going to find out. He's got the Second Corps. He's headed this way. Probably run into him in the next few days."

Yang and Ruby looked at each other. If Tai was worried about someone on the other side, could it be...

Armistead: "I wish I could see him again. I haven't seen him since before the war. Never thought it would last this long."

Longstreet: "Me neither, Lo."

Armistead: "I sure would like to talk to old Hancock again. One more time."

The girls smiled sadly. The way Armistead spoke of his friend made them hope that they would never fight each other in the future. The thought of such actions terrified them.

Longstreet: "Well, why not?"

"What!!!"Everyone screeched.

Armistead whirled his head to his superior, surprised and hopeful.

Armistead: "You wouldn't mind?"

Longstreet: "Hell, no."

Armistead: "I mean, really. Do you think it would be proper? You know, ethical?"

Longstreet: "When the time comes, and he's close...just send a messenger over under a flag of truce and go on over. Ain't nothing to it."

"Wow." Weiss spoke surprised. "I have never heard of such a proposal. General Longstreet is a gentleman at heart."

"Indeed." Glynda replied. Are America's wars so...chivalrous?"

Armistead smiled warmly.

Armistead: "Last time I saw him was in California. Right when the war was beginning...the night before we all left to go fight against each other. Old friends off to war."

Longstreet didn't need hear anymore. He too had friends fighting against them, but he still considered them his friends even if one side loses.

Longstreet: "How's your brigade?"

Armistead: "I've never seen troops anywhere so ready for a brawl. I've got to give the old man credit. A lot of credit for that. Who else could've held this army together for so long? Remember what they used to say about him? When he first took command? They called him "Old Granny."

The girls giggled while Raven cocked an eyebrow and Glynda simply rolled her eyes.

Armistead: "Lord, what damn fools we were. Now when he passes...the boys hush as if they had seen an angel of the Lord. Have you ever seen anything like that?"

"Damn." Yang whistled, impressed. "Lee sounds like he cares for his men."

"No doubt." Blake spoke up. " I have seen men inspire but never do they hush up when they are in there presence."

Longstreet: "No. I can't say I have. It's amazing what one honest man can do. One honest man and a cause. I don't think on that too much anymore. I guess my only cause is victory. This war comes as a nightmare. You pick your nightmare side. Then you put your head down and win."

Armistead chuckled and hugged Longstreet playfully.

Armistead: "Old gloomy Pete!"

Meanwhile, General Kemper was torturing his English companion with his talks as the two made their way back. The senator, Englishman, and Pickett were playing cards.

Kemper: "You see, Colonel...The government derives its power from the consent of the people. Every government, everywhere. Let me make this very plain to you, sir. We do not consent and we will never consent. And what you've got to do is, you've got to go back over there...to your Parliament and you've got to make it very plain to them. You've got to tell them that what we're fighting for here...is the freedom from what we consider to be the rule of a foreign power. I mean, that's all we want. That's what this war is all about. Now we established this country in the first place...with very strong state governments...just for that very reason. I mean, let me put it to you this way. My home is in Virginia. The government of my home is home. Virginia would not allow itself to be ruled...by some king over there in London. It's not about to let itself be ruled by some president in Washington. Virginia, by God, sir, is going to be run by Virginians."

"Someone please shut this guy up." Yang covered her ears.

Armistead shook his head.

Armistead: "Oh, my. The Cause."

Pickett: "Actually, Jimmy, I got a pair of kings."

Kemper ignored Pickett as he laughed at his failed attempt to stop the senator from going on.

Kemper: "And it's all for the Yankees. The damn money-grubbing Yankees. I mean, those damn fools, they don't get the message. Always the darkies. Nothing but the darkies."

Having enough, Pickett grabbed Kemper and forced him to sit down.

Pickett: "You know, Jim...Sit down. I think that my idea...my analogy of a gentlemen's club is fair enough. It's clear enough. Colonel, think on it now. Suppose that we all joined a club, a gentlemen's club. After a time, several of the members began to intrude themselves...into our private lives, our home lives. Began telling us what we could and couldn't do. Well, then, wouldn't any one of us have the right to resign? I mean, just resign. That's what we did. That's what I did and now these people are telling us we don't have that right."

"Huh." Yang spoke again. "I actually got that."

Weiss scoffed. "Of course you would. Sun basically babied the speech for you."

Yang simply stuck her tongue out.

Raven leaned toward Glynda. "Is this why you never went for that council seat?"

Glynda nodded. "Plainly speaking, I don't need that kind of depression in my life.

Kemper: "I got to hand it to you. You certainly do have a talent for trivializing the momentous...and complicating the obvious. Have you ever considered running for Congress?"

Pickett: "No. It's a thought."

Kemper got up and walked toward Longstreet and Armistead who were watching nearby.

Armistead: "What does Colonel Fremantle think? Will the British come in on our side?"

Kemper: "Hell, yeah. They'll come in when we don't need them no more. Like some damn bank lending you money when you're no longer in debt."

Pickett: "Look here, Mr. Speaker..."

Longstreet: "George. A word?"

"And there goes the cheerful tone." Yang noticed. "Back to the war."

Raven nodded. "Let's see what the next plan is for Longstreet now."

Sensing the commanding tone in him, Pickett did not waste time and grabbed his stuff before nodding to the Englishman.

Pickett: "Goodnight, Colonel."

Fremantle: "See you later."

Longstreet and Pickett slowly walked away to have a bit of privacy

Longstreet: "In the next few days, I believe we're going to have a hell of a fight here. I want you to do everything necessary to get your boys ready. You can start bringing them up by the first light. I want you all in Gettysburg by tomorrow night."

Pickett nodded.

Pickett: "Yes, sir."

As the scene ended, the girls began to converse over the South. Unfortunately there was a knock at the door. Ruby opened it to reveal an unexpected visitor.

"Hey kid."

Can you guess who?

Who else should come into the room?