David Johnston Glenn was the son of John Franklin and Sarah Johnston Glenn. He married Mary Frances Simril, daughter of Hugh Herron and Nancy Partlow Simril. David's nickname was "River Dave". On December 20, 1860 he joined the Crowder's Creek Rangers (Minute Men Miltia). He was 36 years old. In 1863 he joined the army of the Confederate States of America. He was a Private in Co H. 18th SC Inf. Regt. CSA, Col.William Wallace commanding and the Army of Northern Virginia, General Robert E. Lee commanding. His military records tells us that he had a dark complexion, dark hair, blue eyes, and was 5'8" tall. He was wounded at the Battle of Saylors Creek and captured at Farmville, Virginia, April 6, 1865. On April 11, he was admitted to US Field Hospital. He was 40 years old. Here he is listed on the hospital record as D.J. Gleen (sic) "Rebel". I believe that he would have liked that title. He signed the Oath of Allegiance and was released at Newport News, VA June 15, 1865.

THE FLAG MY GRANDPA KNEW
by Ronnie Hatfield

I remember how each morning he would rise before us all,
and I'd hear his muffled footsteps as he shuffled down the hall. The many days he's labored had left his body bent and gray, but Grandpa had a reason for gettng up each day. A well worn box stood on the shelf, beside his rocking chair. I don't know where it came from, seems it always had been there. Inside the box a crimson cloth of crimson, blue, and white, and he's gaze at it each morning with tears that dimmed his sight.
On special days, he'd raised it still, on poles outside our door, and tell us kids in reverent tones what the tattered cloth stood for. "The red reminds me of the Wheatfield where Pickett's men were slain, when seven thousand good men fell fell, admist the bloodied grain".
The blue I guess brings back to mind the loneliness and cold of a Shenandoah winter a thousand miles from home".
And the pure white stars, well, they're for generals, for Jackson, Stuart, and Bee, and that big one in the middle there, is for Robert Edward Lee!".
"Each bullet hole is a battle won, each tear a comrade lost, each stain is for a fallen friend who paid the final cost. "Ol'Grandpa must have loved that flag, he stayed near it everday, so grandpa took it with him, when he finally passed away.
And if there's a flagpole up in heaven, there's no tear in Grandpa's eye, cause I know he's back in uniform, and his beloved flag flies high!".