Well the Iraqui dictator shuddered,groaned and collapsed to the floor.As I and the two soldiers watched in shock,his clothes remade themselves to a butternut colour of a confederate officer
and Abduls features reformed till he took on the weathered beaten
appearance of a southerner whose lost the war.
Robert E Lee slowly got up off the floor,confused as how he'd
ended up there.Last thing he remembered was muttering "strike the tent"
before a white light had embraced him.
However he was sharing this body with the most ruthless power
hungry man of all time.Softly mumbling "strike the tent" wasn't
Saddams style.Nor was he in any mood to embrace the white light.The newly ressurrected confederate general suddenly felt a surge of energy
and willpower infuse him,and he straightened up and realized he had a whole country and army at his disposal to finish old scores.
He barked out orders to the two soldiers,slid his sword back in its scabbard and set in motion the founding of the Confederate States of
Arabia.