The year was 1863, and the civil war was gradually becoming one-sided as Union forces began to advance into Southern territory, participating in numerous bloody skirmishes across North America's rich landscape, now filled with gunpowder and blood. Stationed near the expansive Mississippi River, the Army of Mississippi began their defense, supplying many forts and villages in the Northern regions to ensure no Northerner shall break through any further. Along the riverside of the Mississippi River, a Confederate was seen tracking down the hilly forests, stumbling slightly as he walked over to the waters. He knelt, slowly lowering down an empty bucket he had carried to fill it with water. The Confederate sighed, listening to the gentle sounds of the river as he filled up the bucket, finding it soothing.

"Them ole' trickling drops... truly the Lord is magnificent..."

The Confederate whispered to himself with a tone full of amusement and awe, chuckling softly as he waited for the bucket to fill up with the river water. He began to whistle a gentle and soft tune of "Southern Soldier", listening to the sounds of the water hitting the inside of the bucket as he did.