By Butch Mason in honor of his Grt. Grt. Uncle, 2nd Lt. Andrew J. Stannes, 15th Miss. Co. K
"Must be read aloud with Great Fervor"
Hello my troops, I guess you're wondering why I called you here today.
I have a tale I would like to tell you about a Choctaw Gray. He was just a poor old farm boy, a slave he had never owned. He heard the damned old yankees were going to try and take his home.
So off he went to battle and with that blood curling Rebel Yell, that poor old Choctaw farm boy really give them yankees hell!
From Fishing Creek in Kentucky to the bloody fields of old Shiloh, from Bakers Creek to Georgia, he did fight the northern foe.
His courage never faltered, his Battle Flag he proudly waved. He had only one mission, his beloved Southland to save.
He fought, bled and died for a cause he called just. That is why my comrades, we cannot let his saber rust!
We cannot be influenced by our doubts and secret fears. We must uphold his memory throughout the coming years.
Oh my troops, I have called you here. You have listened to my tale. When its our time to unfurl that Battle Flag, will we measure up as well?!!
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