"When the teeming hordes of Yankee's, carpetbaggers, ninnyhammers and enraged thralls come prancing across the valley, one must remain firm and resolute, as a bulwark against the enswathing tide. For to do otherwise would be to capitulate, to flee in shame, abandoning your honour as a tattered dreg of foregone memories. To subvert your bravery and substitute it with cravenhood, stranding you as a cowering, quivering, besmirched relic of your former glory. Come hither and be beholden to this image of I, Gunnulf Skyrider, photographed in the dells of Mississippi, and envisage it as a prescient depiction of what shall occur if we hold stark and true, firmly gripping our Christian values by the mantle and endeavoring to hurl each and every one of these treasonous vermin over the precipice of purgatory from whence they emerged. As soldiers of the cross we may be outnumbered, outmanned and encircled by foes with gnashing teeth and jagged claws, yet it matters nowt for we are guided by the hand of faith, aspiring eternally to be the Right hand of God. And even if we fall, as a crimson, mangled mesh to these sanguinary barbarians, our last fleeting moments will be ones of solace, for we fought, conquered and slew them tenfold in the name of virtue.

Defeat is not dishonour, nor of honour not bereft. We thank God that in our hearts this priceless boon was left."