B, even more telling about Marse Robert's character is his orders and directives he issued to HIS OWN Army of Northern Virginia prior to Both of his invasions of the north, in September 1862 leading to the Antietam Campaign, and again in June 1863, leading to the ill fated Gettysburg campaign (which was really an 'accidental' battle anyway, although Lee, rightly so, accepts responsibility for the SOuth's ultimate defeat....he did fuck up badly during Gettysburg.)

Rather, he Forbid his troops to Rape, pillage and plunder while on Northern Soil. Granted, the Confederate Army DID live off the land while on Northern soil, and did help themselves to whatever they needed (hey, it was war and they were invaders), BUT the confederates spared the union civilians any unnecessary damage or destruction, and always tried to PAY for what they took....albeit with ultimately Worthless confederate script, but still they meant well. This was in direct contrast to the Northern Soldiers who had been in Southern territory since the beginning of the war. Lee felt it was "the christian soldierly thing to do", and he went as far as to execute any confederate soldier caught blatantly defying his orders.

One anecdote during the march up through Maryland and pennsylvania to Gettysburg relates an old woman demanding to see Marse Robert about several of her missing pigs. Lee was busy trying to figure out where the hell he was exactly since Jeb Stuart had left him blind, but he divested himself from a meeting with Longstreet and A.P. Hill to meet the old bag about her missing pigs. Lee reached into his own pocket and paid the woman in Gold, overpaying as it were, for pigs that it wasnt entirely certain confederate soldiers had absconded in the first place! Hell Northern Soldiers from decadent Cities like New York, Boston and Philadelphia often Stole from other UNION civilians living out in the country (in places like Gettysburg.)

If I could possibly go back in time, I would travel back to serve under Marse Robert, proudly wheeling my ass up Cemetery Ridge until that one minieball rifle shot with my name on it tore through my muscular chest and snuffed out my life, leaving me slumped dead in front of the Union Works!!!

Hurrah!! Hurrah!!
For Southern Rights we Are!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
Which bears a single Star!