Friday, October 25, 2013

Better to Die in the Last Ditch

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Women of the Confederacy by Augustus Lukeman, located on the grounds of the North Carolina State Capitol, Raleigh, North Carolina, USA. Monument dedicated on June 10, 1914. 

Of the war and its end in the submission and occupation of the American South, those enduring the degradation vowed that “These things will not stay forgotten . . . daughters and Veterans can not afford to be silent about the painful past.  Let our descendants have a truthful account of that awful time as far as written words can give it.”  The fine source below can be obtained from Orders@Xlibris.com.
Bernhard Thuersam, Chairman
North Carolina War Between the States Sesquicentennial Commission
"Unsurpassed Valor, Courage and Devotion to Liberty"
"The Official Website of the North Carolina WBTS Sesquicentennial"

Better to Die in the Last Ditch

“Defeated, oppressed, humiliated, poverty-stricken, disenfranchised, taxed to pay the war debt, while too poor to support ourselves, deprived of opportunity politically, and handicapped by pride and the bitterness of rebellion against our condition, the South was a pitiable spectacle – and her rise from that condition to the splendid attainments of today is a crown of honor she deserves because she has won it by overcoming obstacles which at first seemed insurmountable.” 

Dr. Henry Bahnson, in his speech to Confederate veterans, had this to say about Confederate women: 

“We can speak in unstilted praise of the best and greatest glory of the South – the women of the war.  Their soft voices inspired us, their prayers followed us and shielded us from temptation and harm. We witnessed their Spartan courage and self-sacrifice in every stage of the war. We saw them send their husbands and their fathers, their brothers and their sons and their sweethearts, to the front, tempering their joy in the hour of triumph, cheering and comforting them in the days of despair and disaster.  

Freely they gave of their abundance, and gladly endured privation and direct poverty that the men in the field might be clothed and fed.  Their days of unaccustomed toil were saddened with anxious suspense, and the lonely, prayerful vigils of the night afforded no rest. 

They nursed the sick and wounded; they soothed the dying; and in the last stages of the war when all was lost but honor, were made to marvel at their saintly spirit of martyrdom standing as it were almost neck deep in the desolation around tem, bravely facing their fate, while the light of heaven illuminated their divinely beautiful countenances.” 

Catherine DeRosset Meares [of Wilmington] remarked: “The sense of captivity, of subjugation . . . 
[was] so galling that I cannot see how a manly spirit could submit to it . . . Oh, it is such degradation to see [our] young men yield voluntary submission to these rascally Yankees. Better to stand on the last plank and die in the last ditch.”

(Blood and War at My Doorstep, North Carolina Civilians in the War Between the States, Brenda Chambers McKean, Volume II, Xlibris, 2011, pp. 1082-1083)

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