When I was 2 years old I was flogged by my mom's pet rooster while walking to the barn with my papaw. The rooster landed on my head, cut my upper lip, one of my ears and broke his spur off in my neck. I almost bled to death before they could get me to a doctor. To this day I don't much care for chickens.
"The time for war has not yet come, but it will come and that soon, and when it does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Gen. T.J. Jackson, March 1861
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