The cannons roared. The soldiers charged. Hurrah! The soldiers died.
We threw dirt clods at one another; pinecones were hand grenades. We pretended they were the Germans, and they pretended we were the Germans . Most of our fathers had been in either “the war” or Korea. Confederate memorials were everywhere—every courthouse, every church—and on our farm there were several rows of dead men from the 9th Virginia Cavalry.
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