There is history related to me over the years of an ancestor of mine, one Samuel Asbury who was a physician in the Confederate army who was executed by his own people for treating Union soldiers.
This story has stuck with me since childhood and since that time I have felt affinity for the civil war and both sides because of the altruism exhibited by my ancestor.
I keep wondering about man's inhumanity to man and how helping a person can be a capital offense ... particularly in light of the hippocratic oath — but I am also aware of the typical evolution of those characters participating in that bad english speaking cold mountain reality which was us at war with our crude poorly educated selves.
After all, with Andersonville and other atrocities what happened to my ancestor is actually a lesser crime than has been committed otherwise in the civil war.
It's Confederate Memorial Day once again and commemorates the estimated 258,000 Confederate soldiers who died in military service.
It's a state holiday here in South Carolina even though the racist black bitches want to act as though the confederate flag is racist when it is a symbol of heritage and honored war dead.
Regardless, I celebrate the day. I celebrate the Confederate Flag. I celebrate the memory of my ancestors who died on both sides of the civil war.
Don't like it racist black bitches? Good.