Switching away from the Battle of Florida part, and going on a new track.
This is to conserve the among of threads I have at one time.

Richard ejected the spit into the nearby bush, hoping to get the saliva out of his throat. Content, he looked again into the pines ahead of him. Empty as they had been for the past couple of minutes. The Northern Republic had taken Tranheim, and were marching southward, toward his army.

Now his army had moved. Leading the march, McPhenry's Corp had gone as far as they could, then thrown out numerous skrimishers, himself included in the groups that were fanning out in front of the Corp.

Adjusting his broad hat, he looked around the pines again. Mounted on a brown quarter horse, his gray greatcoat was a brighter color against it. One hand held the reins, the other the cold black pistol tucked inside his coat.

"Hey Richard, lets move back. Its almost five, and McPhenry will be worried," his co-leader, Augustus Rimmble pleaded. Looking around at him, the subbordinate shifted his gaze. Looking around again, the pines were not changed, and the sun was setting.
"Okay men, lets," Richard began to pull the reins away. Suddenly snapping a loud curse broke the silence.
"Enemy, enemy ahead, fire at will!" Richard pulled his reins hard, whipping out his pistol. Thundering, two rifles smoked from the pines.

Pulling the trigger, the hammer rose and fell swiftly, cracking on the bullet. Smoking slightly, he pulled the trigger again. Another series of snaps occured as the other riders fired off shots. Knicking the flanks, the horse galloped the other way, the other riders following him. Firing off a couple more shots behind him, Richard turned away and leaned forward onto the horse.

They had slowed after three or four miles of galloping, froth covering the bridle of all the horses. Richard was also tired, tired of the ride, and with a strange emptyness after the firing. Now the Corp expanded before him. The Corp had arranged itself along the main road that Richard had been following. Pickets had challanged him as he entered, and the answer of Reichsteem had sent him into camp.

The camp itself was large, lines of tents lining the road. The camp was built around a tavern that was built by the roadside. Fields surrounded the camp, and behind him, the flat lands, then the pines. Having passed some cavalry on his way back, they were armed with carbines, and ready for a fight. Passing into camp he and his group roder into his squadrons tent section. Richard tried to dismount, then almost fell off his horse. Dropping to his knees after his dismount, he began to cry slightly, the sudden fear, and the energy of the skrimish. Being new to the regiment hadn't helped him with this experiance, despite all the training. Suddenly reching, his contents of hardtack ended up on the grass.

Pattin his back, Augustus had lines of water along his cheeks.
"Were safe Richard, safe in camp," the other riders also added the sounds of stomachs being turned inside out as they sat around camp.

"Captain Richard Erenne, the general is expecting you," a soldier behind him spoke up, he voice quivering somewhat. Having just arrived, Richard hadn't seen him.
"Thank you," Richard stood up, wiping off his stomach contents on his sleeve. Following the soldier, they crossed camp to the tavern. Marching past them, a regiment of soldiers in gray kepis and greatcoats tundled on, rifles leaning against their shoulders. Passing between tents, they arrived at the rear door to the tavern.

Thumping on the tavern door, it swung inside, revealing a large oak table with numerous cuts and scrapes marking its surface. Sitting around it, the higher officers, Klenbourne, his division commander, and McPhenry, the Corp commander.

"Captain Richard, is that correct?" Klenbourne asked, his large black beard giving him a father like appearance.
"Yes, sir" Richard looked at his boots, once shiny, and now dusty from the ride.
"What happened," Klenbourne shifted himself, his fingers drumming against his thigh.
"We were patrolling, and then a snap, and a couple of shots were fired. I withdrew, and fired a couple of more times," Richard looked up at his superiors.
"That is all Richard, that is all," Klenbourne spoke, and the world blacked out.