The title is a line from "Platoon"....a line that lives with every survivor...when you fight for questionable missions....when you fight...
Tomorrow we will move a monument...
to the Confederate soldiers who stood up at Port Hudson, La.
the longest seige....40+ days...in the Civil War, they held after Vicksburg fell...
Tomorrow morning my wife, president of the La. Division of the United Daughters of the Confederacy....will oversee the movement of a monument constructed in 1938 to the memory of the Rebs who fought at Port Hudson, La....the last bastion on the Mississippi River that fell in 1863.
It will be located on property of a private landowner...a man, who when they dug up a body during site construction...of a Yankee soldier...identified from his buttons...his belt buckle...was buried with honors by Southern Men in reinactor uniforms of the Union...with honor....as all who gave the ultimate sacrifice should be honored.
We will honor our dead...Confederate and Union...in the coming months...under the cause of Southern Women who remember the blood...who work to honor the ground...where the blood of heros is consicrated.
It will not be politically correct...but the spirits of soldiers will hear....the words of women who remember....who honor...who consicrate the ground.
The ground of a lost cause....a cause responded too by patriots. Right or wrong.
It don't mean nothing...and yet everything. The irony of heroism.
Just like Vietnam...just like Iraq...just like the code...for those who remember.
And, those wonderful....beautiful women of The South who spend their time remembering, honoring and celebrating heroism....thank God I'm a Southern Man, blessed by such
women...women who recognize warriors...who make our service worthwhile with their consistant dedication....rememberance...it's our women that require our sacrifice...they deserve it....require it....inspire it. Without our muse...we are nothing...with them...we are everything. We were soldiers...once and young.
