Rebellious Dixie Land

“Like my father before me, I'm a working man And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand. Well, he was just eighteen, proud and brave But a yankee laid him in his grave. I swear by the blood below my feet                                                              

You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat."
 * -  'The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down',' by The Band

You're not supposed to be here; it's too dangerous for a normal civilian to be here.

I see. I guess you're not going to leave any time soon, so I guess you should make yourself comfortable. The name's Lt.Col Jackson Xenophon Donovan, of the US Army. Served in Afghanistan, but that was nothing like here, in the south. It's viscous here, true survival of the fittest. I ran, after I left the army, with militia, out Montana way. They had more unity and cohesion that these troops I have now. It's tough, here. Nothing ever stays the same, here, amongst the rotting mud and corpses. We're camped down here, but we're beset on all sides; Havana to the south occupies the majority of my naval command, but I'm willing to ignore them for now. It's Despair that's my main concern. They have the power, but they don't have the leadership. Manning's a rabid, toothless dog. An old soldier, Gulf War. Don't trust him. He's distracted by Swine, but I can tell that he views us as just as much a threat as the Canadians. We've got to prepare, bunker down. The storm's coming, and I'm not convinced that my troops are ready to weather it. But we'll try. We'll hold out, until the storm's passed. Listen, we should get moving. We have a planned strike against rebelling Confederates and Natives out West along the shores of the Mississippi, around about Tennessee. We're forest clearing, got napalm set up with our helicopters. Set for 21:00 hours this evening. I have some time, so, I suppose I can explain the finer details of Dixieland, before you really have to go.