A Confederate Soldiers Duty

He stands his post as best he can
This young boy forced to become a man

The last word he had from home had been bad
His aged parents failing health had made him sad

His young wife should have their first in June
He closes his eyes remembering how she looked neath the Southern moon

There has been no pay for quite some time
Not even one thin dime

Not much to buy and the money don’t buy much anyway
Why that is he can not say

He worries for his wife and parents back home
Yet he stands here all alone

Hunger gnaws at his insides till he gives a groan
He tries hard to not to be vocal with his moan

Dysentery steals the strength from him
Causes his eyesight to grow dim

Damp cold works past the many patches on his uniform chilling him through and through
Yet he bows his head and prays for the safety of his loved ones, it is all he can do

But he stands his post as best he can
Because he would give his very life for this Southern Land

The Ole Dog!

Dedicated to all the thousands of Confederate Heroes who fought, and the thousands who died, defending their Country, and their moral Southern way of life, their families, homes, from an invading enemy who raped, robbed, and murdered innocent Southern Civilians by the thousands.