Unified Patriots by Nessa
Its been raining here, three inches yesterday, that’s on top of two the week before. Not enough to damage the crops, maybe it’ll boost the yield but it makes the garden a mess. I’m getting a five-gallon bucket of green beans every four days, the sweet corn is awesome, jalapenos abound the onions are starting to tip and there are a dozen ripe tomatoes a day. These are the fat days of gardening, four months of weed picking, back breaking slavery pay off. I’ve been eating like a king for two weeks, freezing and canning as fast as I can, letting nothing go to waste. Hopefully I’ll eat like a king in February too.
Y’all know the Confederate Soldiers are near and dear to my heart, I’ve written about them before. I probably see a good many things differently than most folks due to my lifetime as a Grunt. Yes, they fought to support a government whose primary reason for rebellion was the desire to continue to enslave their fellow man. Evil, utterly and absolutely. No doubt about it. Let me attest to the oft stated fact that on the battlefield men fight for their brothers on their left and right. That man may well have a flag in his helmet but it lies forgotten during the “kill or be killed” and is only remembered with the rush of victorious adrenaline when you and your brothers are not the ones killed. It has little or nothing to do with politicians or even ideology. Leading men in battle is not done from behind as our previous president preferred, that’s why the Infantry motto is “Follow Me.” Men like that are deserving of honor and remembrance. Yesterday was National Airborne Day as proclaimed by President GW Bush. So I bought a case of beer and “feasted my neighbors” actually my co-workers, but a good many friends and brothers were “remember’ed with advantages….”