I'm into a battle, too!

It sounds like the battle's over.

I've got some battle rations in the pantry yonder.

Granny is planning to battle General Grant and the Union Army.

A soldier's entitled to a little nip just before the battle.

Well, yes, I suppose I could direct the battle scene for you.

I've lost the battle, General Grant, but they're a brave foe, and I ain't the savior.

Just one of the many faithful employers who beg to follow their beloved general into battle.

Lead us in glory, Beauregard, and if you fall in battle, we'll see that you rest in a hero's grave.

Now, Granny, supposing that all this nonsense you've been talking is true, why would the North want to commence a fracas in Los Angeles?