To anyone who gives a damn. I was about six years old at the time. My parents were visiting family down in southeastern Ohio. I talked with an old man in his ninety's who was an Ohio soldier of the Civil War. I do not recall him bad mouthing one thing about the Southern troops. The musket he carried during the war hung over the fire place. He asked me if I wanted to hold it. I did and am still amazed at how heavy and unweildly that damned thing was. Of course I asked if he had killed anyone with the musket, to which he became silent. Apparently he had. I remember the conversation ending at that point and my cousin and I were sent out to play around the farm. If an old man such as this man was and I am now, having experienced our own war(s) can forgive and forget, why can't you? They fought, were hurt, some died. Time to leave them and their memories alone. Grow the flip up and get really, real!
