A total of 620,000 men, out of a population of roughly 30 million.
The equivalent loss from today's US population would be over six million.
In CW II, there will be NO surrender.
For the first time in my life, I believe the wrong side won the Civil War.
The day the concept of a “Free Republic” died.
“Governor, if I had foreseen the use those people designed to make of their victory, there would have been no surrender at Appomattox Courthouse; no sir, not by me. Had I foreseen these results of subjugation, I would have preferred to die at Appomattox with my brave men, my sword in my right hand.”
Gen. Robert E. Lee
Diary of a Tar Heel Confederate Soldier.
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Note: The writer Leon Louis mentions his parents are in NY. Though he himself lived in North Carolina and joined the famed First North Carolina.
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Excerpt from the diary:
April 1865 - “I suppose the end is near, for there is no more hope for the South to gain her independence. On the 10th of this month we were told by an officer that all those who wished to get out of prison by taking the oath of allegiance to the United States could do so in a very few days. There was quite a consultation among the prisoners. On the morning of the 12th we heard that Lee had surrendered on the 9th, and about 400, myself with them, took the cursed oath and were given transportation to wherever we wanted to go. I took mine to New York City to my parents, whom I have not seen since 1858. Our cause is lost; our comrades who have given their lives for the independence of the South have died in vain; that is, the cause for which they gave their lives is lost, but they positively did not give their lives in vain. They gave it for a most righteous cause, even if the Cause was lost. Those that remain to see the end for which they fought - what have we left? Our sufferings and privations would be nothing had the end been otherwise, for we have suffered hunger, been without sufficient clothing, barefooted, lousy, and have suffered more than any one can believe, except soldiers of the Southern Confederacy. And the end of all is a desolated home to go to. When I commenced this diary of my life as a Confederate soldier I was full of hope for the speedy termination of the war, and our independence. I was not quite nineteen years old. I am now twenty-three. The four years that I have given to my country I do not regret, nor am I sorry for one day that I have given - my only regret is that we have lost that for which we fought. Nor do I for one moment think that we lost it by any other way than by being outnumbered at least five if not ten to one. The world was open to the enemy, but shut out to us. I shall now close this diary in sorrow, but to the last I will say that, although but a private, I still say our Cause was just, nor do I regret one thing that I have done to cripple the North.
My great-great grandfather was wounded the morning of April 9th as part of the last hostilities in the area. He was shot in the butt so an inglorious end to his Confederate military career. I believe it was a flesh wound and probably did not keep him out of the parade a few days later.
Actually, General Lee never really surrendered. You see, he showed up to have a little chat and discuss Grant’s options. Lee was greeted at the door by a stately figure he presumed to be the butler. He handed the man his hat and sword.
When he realized that man was in fact, Ulysses Grant, he was too much of a gentlemen to dampen the ensuing celebration.
The saddest day in the history of our Constitutional Republic. The day the Constitution died....