und sehe schon an die sehen Jahr
Herauf, Herab, und Quer und Krum
Meine Schueler an der Nase herum
Und sehen, dass wir Nichts wissen koennen.One of those monologues every educated person should know...
And you wrote on the Late Unpleasantness? (or The War as my 1871 Tennessee-born grandmother used to say). Very good. One of my greatgrandfathers died in the War, but the other was a minister who, though staying South, freed his slaves before the War. My only personal connection beyond that is through membership in a select Corps that, in an earlier incarnation, turned the tide at New Market in 1864 and provided a home for Professor Jackson in the 1850s.
Ah, yes! My husband as near as an ace went to that fine institution of higher learning, but went to Tech instead mostly because he had family here in Atlanta.
I'm glad he did because I never would have met him otherwise, but in tradition and courage VMI stands behind no one.
I had four great-great grandfathers who were in. All survived, although three were wounded and one was "never the same" as they say. Lost quite a number of cousins killed, died of wounds, and died of disease though. Until very recently (when she died age 98) I had a great-aunt who still referred to "THE War" as though Vietnam, Korea, WWII, WWI, and the Spanish-American war had never occurred.