On this, the 150th anniversary of the Confederate attack on Fort Sumter, remember the scars that bind us still.
|Soon to die|
The Civil War wasn't some internal conflict of Constitutional ideals pitted against retenetion of slavery and an unsustainable way of life.
It was men killing men. Men marching straight into gunfire, line against line.
In some cases, literally brother against brother.
Go to the grocery store. In your mind, mark every man under forty.
Imagine those men, shoulder to shoulder, advancing on an equal or larger number of men. Each firing large, large, balls of lead at each other. Unable to see, blinded by thick smoke of gunpowder. Slipping on blood. Tripping on the dead.
|Dead soldier, Petersburg, Virginia|
That was the Civil War.
Oh, yeah -- think of its aftermath. Weak men retreating from the difficult job of finishing what they'd begun.