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"I AM THE SOUTH"
>
> I was born on April 12, 1861, in the Harbor of Charleston, South
> Carolina and the Confederate States of America is my Birth Certificate.
> The blood lines of the South run through my veins, for I offer freedom
> that each State should regulate her own affairs, according to its best
> interest. I am many things and many people.
> I am the South. I am millions of living souls, and ghosts of thousands
> who died for me. I am the Farmer-made soldier who did not turn his back
> during Pickett's Charge. I am the Rebel Yell that was heard across many
> rolling fields, protecting our homeland. I am Robert E. Lee and Thomas
> J. "Stonewall" Jackson. I stood at Fort Sumter and fired the shot heard
> through our young nation. I am Longstreet, Hood and Patrick R. Cleburne.
> I am General's Johnson, Beaureguard and President Jefferson Davis. I
> remember how we fought in Gettysburg, Cold Harbor, Vicksburg, and
> Atlanta. When duty called I answered and stayed until it was over. I
> left my heroic dead in Chickamauga, in the fields of Shiloh, on the
> bloody hills of Manassas and the mountians of Kennesaw.
> I am the South. I am the Mississippi River, and the cotton fields of
> Alabama and the piney woods of the Carolinas. I am the coal fields of
> Virginia and Kentucky, the Florida coast and the Louisiana bayou. I am
> Richmond, the Capitol of the Confederacy. I am the forest, field,
> mountian, and rivers. I am the quite villages and cities that never
> sleep. I am the Heritage that's been forgotton, the dying memory of a
> way of life that is being still. You see me in the twilight and hear me
> in Dixie, as the past continues to fade away each year.
> Yes, I am the South, and these are the things I represent. I was
> conceived by force and God willing, I'll spend the rest of my days
> remembering my birth. May I always possess the integrity and courage,
> and the strength to keep my heritage alive, to remain a loyal Southerner
> and stand tall and proud to the rest of the world. Do not forget who we
> are; what we are and where we came from...This is my goal, my hope, my
> prayer.
> (written by 95 year old Louise Weeks of Hampton, Georgia, two weeks
> before her death.)
>
>
> Remember Confederate Memorial Day April 26, 2005
>
> I was born on April 12, 1861, in the Harbor of Charleston, South
> Carolina and the Confederate States of America is my Birth Certificate.
> The blood lines of the South run through my veins, for I offer freedom
> that each State should regulate her own affairs, according to its best
> interest. I am many things and many people.
> I am the South. I am millions of living souls, and ghosts of thousands
> who died for me. I am the Farmer-made soldier who did not turn his back
> during Pickett's Charge. I am the Rebel Yell that was heard across many
> rolling fields, protecting our homeland. I am Robert E. Lee and Thomas
> J. "Stonewall" Jackson. I stood at Fort Sumter and fired the shot heard
> through our young nation. I am Longstreet, Hood and Patrick R. Cleburne.
> I am General's Johnson, Beaureguard and President Jefferson Davis. I
> remember how we fought in Gettysburg, Cold Harbor, Vicksburg, and
> Atlanta. When duty called I answered and stayed until it was over. I
> left my heroic dead in Chickamauga, in the fields of Shiloh, on the
> bloody hills of Manassas and the mountians of Kennesaw.
> I am the South. I am the Mississippi River, and the cotton fields of
> Alabama and the piney woods of the Carolinas. I am the coal fields of
> Virginia and Kentucky, the Florida coast and the Louisiana bayou. I am
> Richmond, the Capitol of the Confederacy. I am the forest, field,
> mountian, and rivers. I am the quite villages and cities that never
> sleep. I am the Heritage that's been forgotton, the dying memory of a
> way of life that is being still. You see me in the twilight and hear me
> in Dixie, as the past continues to fade away each year.
> Yes, I am the South, and these are the things I represent. I was
> conceived by force and God willing, I'll spend the rest of my days
> remembering my birth. May I always possess the integrity and courage,
> and the strength to keep my heritage alive, to remain a loyal Southerner
> and stand tall and proud to the rest of the world. Do not forget who we
> are; what we are and where we came from...This is my goal, my hope, my
> prayer.
> (written by 95 year old Louise Weeks of Hampton, Georgia, two weeks
> before her death.)
>
>
> Remember Confederate Memorial Day April 26, 2005