Also, be sure to ask him why NC troops didn't know how to tell Stonewall Jackson from a dirty Yankee pig?
Stonewall Jackson's own order that day and night to all commanders was that anyone approaching the line were to be challenged. Challenges made were not answered right away and per orders his party was fired upon being mistaken for Federal Cavalry (the uniforms being worn at the time were 'Richmond Grey' which is a very dark greyish-blue) since they were ahead of the line and in heavy woods and thickets. He was hit in the arm which was amputated and buried at Ellwood Plantation very close by. He was transported 25 miles to the rear, caught pneumonia and died on 10 May 1863.
He and his troops had utterly routed the Union XI Corps earlier that day and he was reconnoitering hostile positions ahead of the line in the rugged wilderness. The victory that day was arguably his greatest triumph.
Upon learning of his death General Lee said of him, "He may have lost his left arm but I have lost my right."
I have personally paid my respects at Stonewall Jackson's grave in Lexington, Virginia near his beloved VMI (where I have prayed in the chapel there).
So shut the fuck up! Bitch!