“For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it’s all in the balance . . .”

Intruder in the Dust (1948) by William Faulkner



What did I hear you say, Doug? 

Was it this? (Referring to the words just below, originally from the bottom of the post linked to the left.)

“OK Q , while there’s still time, Lay down your weapons.”

My response?




Yet, this is real, my Friend.



Are you this brave, 21st Century man? Will you be so, when needed?

And this man is my Brother, too.



Think about it.




God Bless America: Still, the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.