528 men who died for it, lie buried beneath the sod of the South.
I honor a people who have thus honored those who died for them.
But while this is the case, the comrades and descendants of those who fell on the Confederate side of the War between the States, would be cravens if they forgot the tender memories of the dead and buried past.
Who can forget that?
The folded flag is stainless still, the broken sword is bright. No blot is on thy record found, no treason soils thy fame.
Macaulay, the historian, says: A people which takes no pride in the noble achievements of remote ancestry, will never achieve anything worthy to be remembered with pride by remote descendants.
My friends, it is a duty to preserve the record and honor of such sacrifices, such privations, such patriotism, such endurance of hardship.
This is why we raise monuments to our honored dead.
While we live, nothing is needed to keep alive the memories of our comrades who fell on the field of battle, but w