Taylor handed his order to a dust-covered courier.
"Take this to Fitz Lee."
The courier scratched his head.
"I don't know General Fitz Lee, sir."
"The devil you don't. What division are you from?"
"Dunno, sir. Been cut to pieces so many times and changed commanders so much I dunno who the hell I belong to—"
"How'd you get here?"
"Detailed for the day."
"You know General John B. Gordon?"
The dusty figure stiffened.