They were so dirty their mother would not let them in the house before a thorough scrubbing in the back yard. Then, she treated them to the first good meal they had had in months - fried chicken
No, it's not. But I'll tell you a story, BDog. My own, Louisiana-born mother ran North and married a Yankee, for her own reasons, where she raised a family. On September 11, 2001, her second born son and his young wife were living near what used to be called the World Trade Center. The thing collapsed that morning and filled their neighborhood with an unimaginable amount of debris and dust. Just before the phones went dead, my sister-in-law, seventh months pregnant, called her mother-in-law in desperation at what to do. You'd have to hear SIL tell the story, but the woman from Louisiana was calm, cool and collected in the midst of that crisis - she told her DIL and her child to follow the sun - to walk to the right of it until they hit the river - then to turn to their right again and march, all the way to her house, six or so miles away.
Mother ran to the supermarket and bought all of the white vinegar she could carry - her loved ones were drenched in it and then scrubbed in soap and hot water to get the disaster off of them. It's small wonder the Confederate Army did as well as it did, with women like that supporting them. We should all be so lucky.