Highway traffic passing my Rockville property for
the past several weeks may have been doing some head-scratching as they looked
over to see a strikingly beautiful, familiar yet unfamiliar “American” banner
flying at the top of my flag pole: alternating red and white horizontal stripes
with white stars in a field of blue filling the upper left quadrant. One member
of my prized collection of seventeen historic “American” flags, this one gets
flown on very rare occasions. It is in fact the first national flag of The Confederate
States of America with only seven stars (representing Texas, Florida,
Georgia, Tennessee, South Carolina, North Carolina and Louisiana.
Known affectionately as “the stars
and bars”, its three broad stripes when rippling in the wind or blown about in
battle could easily be mistaken as the Union colors, confusing maneuvering
troops of both denominations, and getting people killed at Manassas in the
first Bull Run battle. Because the white bar was so large, it may even have
been mistaken as a “surrender” symbol. Accordingly it was replaced by the more
well-known and unmistakable “battle flag” with its diagonal cross-bars.
When displaying this particular flag
to school children I point out that it figures importantly in our country’s
history, and that many tens of thousands of American boys died fighting under
its stars and bars; it is their youthful bravery and devotion to a cause that I
honor – NOT the cause itself.
It was with President Lincoln’s call
for 75,000 volunteers in April, 1861
that the plunge toward civil war probably became irreversible, setting the
stage for South Carolina’s firing on Fort Sumter on April 12, an eventuality Lincoln had sought to avoid at all costs. (In
fact he had carefully coordinated the dispatch of the ship carrying needed
supplies for the fort with Confederate leaders. Of all the “southern” states,
South Carolina was the most obdurate and entrenched in its anti-Union,
pro-secession sentiments.)
It was almost exactly four years
later on April 9, 1865 that
Confederate General Robert E. Lee surrendered his Army of Northern Virginia to General Ulysses (“Sam”) Grant,
effectively bringing America’s costliest war to an end in the living room of a
home owned by Wilmer McLean in Appomattox Courthouse, Virginia. Seeking peace
and safety for his family, McLean - a proud Southerner - had departed his
previous home in Manassas Virginia, when the war had actually begun when a
Union cannon ball fell on his kitchen when he was dining with Confederate
General PGT Beauregard in July, 1861.
Then it was Apri1 15, 1865 when an assassin’s bullet took the life of Abraham
Lincoln who was probably the only living human who could have prevented the era
of political and social strife which befell the bereft nation which had paid so
egregious a price for a reunion over which the slain leader would likely have
presided.
As the breeze rippled the “Stars and
Bars” these past few days, I could not help but visit other “collectors’
banners in my personal “museum” including: the 20th Maine
regimental; Irish Brigade colors; Colonel George Armstrong Custer’s 7th
Cavalry guide-on; General Hood’s 1st Texas Headquarters flag; George
Washington’s “Pine tree” flag and the Revolution’s “Bennington Battle Flag”.
On the wall to my left hangs Don
Troiani’s portrait of the 14th Brooklyn Hussars of 1862, while at my
back a large lighted reproduction of Mort Kunstler’s “Lee Takes Command” capturing that historic May 31, 1862 event looks
down on my writing desk. A replica 1863 Cavalry Officer’s sword is suspended
over all.
As an ironic afterthought, there is
also a certificate with then Governor Zell Miller’s signature “appointing” Al
Cooper (a definite “Yankee boy”) a Lieutenant Colonel in the Georgia Militia
- a thank
you from the State of Georgia for a modest piece of service during the 2002
Olympics.
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