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...pensions for Confederate veterans, their dependents and the Negro servants who followed them into service. The veterans themselves now numbered fewer than 100 (highest number in one state: 14 in Mississippi). But Confederate soldiers are still survived by 5,000 widows. Notable example: 79-year-old Helen Longstreet, widow of famed General James Longstreet...
White-haired Mrs. Helen Dortch Longstreet, widow of famed Confederate General James Longstreet, cried: "Bury it [the bill] too deep for resurrection. Thus you can announce to all the world and to millions yet unborn that the old Georgia, the great Georgia of Hill and Stephens and Toombs, when Kennesaw Mountain was a peak of fire and Chickamauga a field of blood, still lives to claim an honorable place in the sisterhood of 48, constituting one nation, one people, America indivisible and unconquerable...
Augustus B. Longstreet (Georgia Scenes) on hoss-swapping in the 1830s ("Why, man, do you bring such a hoss as that to trade? . . . Well, anyhow, let me look at him. Maybe he'll do to plow...
...command in time to strike Jackson's right and rear, there is no telling where [the] disaster might have ended. . . . His subsequent night attack against Jackson was one of the most brilliant actions in military history." But General Sickles' major achievement was his stand against Longstreet at Gettysburg. It also cost Sickles his right leg from the thigh down. His military career was over...
...sight of a maimed Union soldier changed his plans. He became a passionate supporter of homes and pensions for disabled veterans. He tore the field of Gettysburg from the hands of souvenir hunters, made it a national shrine. He arranged the famed Gettysburg reunions of Blue and Grey. General Longstreet became his bosom friend. "[Your stand at Gettysburg]," wrote Longstreet, "was the sorest and saddest reflection of my life for many years; but today I can say . . . that it was . . . the best that could have come...