~1st SGT, CO B (Waddell's Battery), 20th ALA BN, CSA~
Married Caroline E. Thigpen.
(One of five graves in this section.
The birth year of 1839 is my best guess, based on the stones condition.)
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A CSA Veteran Tribute:
THE GALLANT GRAY.
BY MILLARD CROWDUS, NASHVILLE, TENN.
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles sang: "Come, life is gay!"
Brave hearts beat high, cheers soared to sky,
Brave lips stilled sobs: "Good-by, good-by!"
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles laughed: "Come, Youth, and play!"
In tattered gray they met the fray,
The frantic bugles shrilled: "This way!"
Through hell's red glare, on, on, and there—
Defeat, at last, but not despair.
Poor shattered gray, Fate ruled that day,
The bugles sobbed: "Come, come, away!"
In hallowed gray they sleep to-day;
The bugles hushed and silent lay.
The south wind sighs, where battle cries
Long echoed—blue and fair the skies.
In hallowed gray they sleep today,
Sweet rest be theirs, the gallant gray!
Married Caroline E. Thigpen.
(One of five graves in this section.
The birth year of 1839 is my best guess, based on the stones condition.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A CSA Veteran Tribute:
THE GALLANT GRAY.
BY MILLARD CROWDUS, NASHVILLE, TENN.
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles sang: "Come, life is gay!"
Brave hearts beat high, cheers soared to sky,
Brave lips stilled sobs: "Good-by, good-by!"
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles laughed: "Come, Youth, and play!"
In tattered gray they met the fray,
The frantic bugles shrilled: "This way!"
Through hell's red glare, on, on, and there—
Defeat, at last, but not despair.
Poor shattered gray, Fate ruled that day,
The bugles sobbed: "Come, come, away!"
In hallowed gray they sleep to-day;
The bugles hushed and silent lay.
The south wind sighs, where battle cries
Long echoed—blue and fair the skies.
In hallowed gray they sleep today,
Sweet rest be theirs, the gallant gray!
~1st SGT, CO B (Waddell's Battery), 20th ALA BN, CSA~
Married Caroline E. Thigpen.
(One of five graves in this section.
The birth year of 1839 is my best guess, based on the stones condition.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A CSA Veteran Tribute:
THE GALLANT GRAY.
BY MILLARD CROWDUS, NASHVILLE, TENN.
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles sang: "Come, life is gay!"
Brave hearts beat high, cheers soared to sky,
Brave lips stilled sobs: "Good-by, good-by!"
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles laughed: "Come, Youth, and play!"
In tattered gray they met the fray,
The frantic bugles shrilled: "This way!"
Through hell's red glare, on, on, and there—
Defeat, at last, but not despair.
Poor shattered gray, Fate ruled that day,
The bugles sobbed: "Come, come, away!"
In hallowed gray they sleep to-day;
The bugles hushed and silent lay.
The south wind sighs, where battle cries
Long echoed—blue and fair the skies.
In hallowed gray they sleep today,
Sweet rest be theirs, the gallant gray!
Married Caroline E. Thigpen.
(One of five graves in this section.
The birth year of 1839 is my best guess, based on the stones condition.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A CSA Veteran Tribute:
THE GALLANT GRAY.
BY MILLARD CROWDUS, NASHVILLE, TENN.
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles sang: "Come, life is gay!"
Brave hearts beat high, cheers soared to sky,
Brave lips stilled sobs: "Good-by, good-by!"
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles laughed: "Come, Youth, and play!"
In tattered gray they met the fray,
The frantic bugles shrilled: "This way!"
Through hell's red glare, on, on, and there—
Defeat, at last, but not despair.
Poor shattered gray, Fate ruled that day,
The bugles sobbed: "Come, come, away!"
In hallowed gray they sleep to-day;
The bugles hushed and silent lay.
The south wind sighs, where battle cries
Long echoed—blue and fair the skies.
In hallowed gray they sleep today,
Sweet rest be theirs, the gallant gray!
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