"  I'll place my knapsack on my back My rifle on my shoulder I'll march away to the firing line And kill that Yankee soldier I'll kill that Yankee soldier I'll march away to the firing line And kill that Yankee soldier I'll bid farewell to my wife and child Farewell to my aged mother Go and join in the bloody strife 'Til this cruel war is over 'Til this cruel war is over I'll go and join in the bloody strife 'Til this cruel war is over...SOUTHERN SOLDIER"    In the Civil War there were moments in time, when the South could  have won? Should have won? But didn't win  because of a combination of events beyond human planning, or  fluke, or karma or luck, or even good vibes. American history is weird; there are enough examples in it for you to come to the conclusion that  God's hand was at work. From the Divine Fog in the Revolutionary War, to the rainstorm which saved the White House in the War of 1812, to Josh Chamberlain being in c