When I was in 10th grade, the seniors in the 2005-06 class invited me to their picnic bench but I turned their invitation down. Ten minutes into the lunch duration of 12:15-12:45, I pretended I fixed a bayonet to a C.S. Richmond rifle, and scared a girl who was interested in tutoring me in math along with two other fellers who were also interested, but changed their minds.
When I continue to get tempted to do the same thing when I watch a Civil War or World War I movie, and pretend I'm either in hand-to-hand combat with a Union soldier at Gettysburg, or being mowed down by machine-gun fire at Gallipoli, or gassed at Second Ypres, I lose friends, even when I debate with them about their beliefs on religion or politics
Plus, in public, I talk to myself like I'm. Talking to a Confederate soldier.
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Chris Poole