I want that. The Battle of Wolf's Pond Park took place a long time ago and I'm a veteran of that conflict. Dad bought all 3 of us Daisy BB-guns for Christmas. He kept telling us stories about the Civil War all through January and February. When May finally came around, he took us to a wooded park in Staten Island to fight the final battle of the Civil War. We had two real flags on wooden poles. The Confederate Battle Flag and the Stars & Stripes. It was the battle for New York. My older brothers were the Yankees. Me and Dad were the Rebs. I think now he may have been having flashbacks to the Chosin Reservoir when he ordered me to shoot to kill. I was about 8. Moments later, my older brother, the sharpshooter, the best BB sniper that ever lived, shot Dad (who was hiding in the rusted out remains of a Studebaker on the side of the pond) and hit him right in the lower eyelid with a copper round. That was the end of that war. The fucking Yanks won. ...but i survived. I moved south when I got older. I should have a rebel flag as a flair.