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website:  chevelle@flatfenders.com 

Camp Officers

Camp Commander:  Michael J. Bean

1st Lieutenant:  Ray Broomes

2nd Lieutenant:  John Burleigh

Adjutant:  H. Gregory Lambert

Treasurer:  William Jennings Moye

Quartermaster:  Granvel J. Block

Chaplain:  Kenneth Dale Peveto

Historian:  Peter H. Godfrey

 

Members:

Bailey, Glenn

Block, Christopher James

Burleigh, John

Drake, James (Sandy) Courtney

Dixon, Jalmer R.

Falls, Robert C.

Harper, Richard

Heard, James Austin

Jardell, Robert

Knapp, Tristan Douglas

Langsdon, Burl

Langston, Frankie O.

Moody, Virginius Keen

Peasley, Oliver Dale

Peveto, Horace Marion Jr.

Sanford, James Robert Markus

Schroeder, Ronald Eugene

Smith, Rick

Spiers, Ed

Thompson, Stephen W.

Van Slyke, Henry A.

Williams, Jon Michael  (resides in England)

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"Don't even attempt tell me what I'm talking about whenever even you yourself don't even know what I'm talking about, let alone myself."
-Pvt. Brandon Benner to angry math teacher, 2008
 

"The people of the free states have defended, encouraged, and participated; and are more guilty for it, before God, than the South, in that they have not the apology of education or custom."              -- Harriet Beecher Stowe on the North and slavery

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"As I stood upon the very scene of that conflict, I could not but contrast my position with his, forty-seven years before. The flag which he had then so proudly hailed, I saw waving at the same place over the victims of as vulgar and brutal a despotism as modern times have witnessed."
 -- Francis Key Howard, Ft. McHenry 1861


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"Sharpshooters, like fiddlers, are born, not made" Gen A.P. Hill
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Illegitimi non carborundum

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"And what is good, Phaedrus,
And what is not good --
Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?"
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"My Captain shouted for us to "fix bayonets!"....I told him that mine "Wasn't broken"; Then the 1st Sgt said that "I was special..."; and THAT'S why I'm on picket duty...again..."
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Lord, guide me from the succulent temptations of luxurious pie and strong beverage served by handsome women in the period family mixed garrison camp. Amen.
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Theodore Roosevelt in 1907:

We should insist that if the immigrant who comes here does in good faith become an
American and assimilates himself to us he shall be treated on an exact equality with every one else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed or birth-place or origin.

But this is predicated upon the man's becoming in very fact an American and nothing but an American. If he tries to keep segregated with men of his own origin and separated from the rest of America, then he isn't doing his part as an American. There can be no divided allegiance here. . . We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language, for we intend to see that the crucible turns our people out as Americans, of American nationality, and not as dwellers in a polyglot boarding-house; and we have room for but one soul loyalty, and that is loyalty to the American people.
 

I AM THE CONFEDERATE BATTLE FLAG.

by Charles H. Hayes


  I am the Battle Flag of the Confederate States of America.

  I am a proud flag.
  I have led great armies to great victories.
  From tall masts I have saluted,
  And been saluted by,
  The ablest generals in history.

  I am a potent symbol.
  I have the power to stir the blood
  Of those who carried me in battle
  Though that blood be continents away
  And generations removed from those battles.

  I am an honorable flag.
  Do not use me for ignoble purposes.
  I am a symbol of pride, not arrogance.
  I represent love of homeland, not hatred toward anyone.
  But no matter who carries me
  Or for what purposes, I cannot be dishonored.

  I secured my honor in a hundred battles
  Where good men dying passed me to good men still struggling;
  Where we prevailed against almost impossible odds;
  Where we were beaten by overwhelming numbers;
  Where I was as bloody, torn, tired, and soiled
  As the men who carried me.

  I am a worthy flag.
  I have stood watch over the graves of patriots.
  I have comforted widows in their loneliness.
  As a blood-stained rag I have been passed as a rich legacy
  To the heirs of those who had lost all for my sake.

  I am the Battle Flag of the Confederate States of America.
  Do not forsake me.

 

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