>November 30th, 1864
>General Sherman is leading us straight towards the Atlantic while we burn those rebel bastards out of whatever holes they hide in. I think we'll be able reunite America by next year.
>The men are tired though, we keep getting bogged down in all the Dixie swamplands.
>We set up camp on the outskirts of some city I don't care to learn the name of, we'll just burn it down later anyway
>There's some kind of strange music in the woods, I'll take some men to check it out.
>We find some peculiarly dressed women, some look and talk like foreigners, mostly Orientals. They call themselves "Hololive" whatever that means, and their song and dance isn't like anything we've ever seen.
>But we find ourselves entranced, almost like a siren song, before they send us off with smiles on our faces.
>Morale in my unit is the highest it's been in weeks
Thanks "Hololive" whatever you were. We'll think of you when we this war
