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Did
the
gentlemen
think
the
Yankees
would
ever
get
through
with
reconstructing
Georgia
?
The
reassuring
gentlemen
thought
Reconstruction
would
be
over
in
no
time
--
that
is
,
just
as
soon
as
the
Democrats
could
vote
again
.
The
ladies
were
considerate
enough
not
to
ask
when
this
would
be
.
And
having
finished
with
politics
,
the
talk
about
the
war
began
.
Whenever
two
former
Confederates
met
anywhere
,
there
was
never
but
one
topic
of
conversation
,
and
where
a
dozen
or
more
gathered
together
,
it
was
a
foregone
conclusion
that
the
war
would
be
spiritedly
refought
.
And
always
the
word
"
if
"
had
the
most
prominent
part
in
the
talk
.
"
If
England
had
recognized
us
--
"
"
If
Jeff
Davis
had
commandeered
all
the
cotton
and
gotten
it
to
England
before
the
blockade
tightened
--
"
"
If
Longstreet
had
obeyed
orders
at
Gettysburg
--
"
"
If
Jeb
Stuart
had
n't
been
away
on
that
raid
when
Marse
Bob
needed
him
--
"
"
If
we
had
n't
lost
Stonewall
Jackson
--
"
"
If
Vicksburg
had
n't
fallen
--
"
"
If
we
could
have
held
on
another
year
--
"
And
always
:
"
If
they
had
n't
replaced
Johnston
with
Hood
--
"
or
"
If
they
'd
put
Hood
in
command
at
Dalton
instead
of
Johnston
--
"
If
!
If
!
The
soft
drawling
voices
quickened
with
an
old
excitement
as
they
talked
in
the
quiet
darkness
--
infantryman
,
cavalryman
,
cannoneer
,
evoking
memories
of
the
days
when
life
was
ever
at
high
tide
,
recalling
the
fierce
heat
of
their
midsummer
in
this
forlorn
sunset
of
their
winter
.
"
They
do
n't
talk
of
anything
else
,
"
thought
Scarlett
.
"
Nothing
but
the
war
.
Always
the
war
.
And
they
'll
never
talk
of
anything
but
the
war
.
No
,
not
until
they
die
.
"
She
looked
about
,
seeing
little
boys
lying
in
the
crooks
of
their
fathers
'
arms
,
breath
coming
fast
,
eyes
glowing
,
as
they
heard
of
midnight
stories
and
wild
cavalry
dashes
and
flags
planted
on
enemy
breastworks
.
They
were
hearing
drums
and
bugles
and
the
Rebel
yell
,
seeing
footsore
men
going
by
in
the
rain
with
torn
flags
slanting
.
"
And
these
children
will
never
talk
of
anything
else
either
.
They
'll
think
it
was
wonderful
and
glorious
to
fight
the
Yankees
and
come
home
blind
and
crippled
--
or
not
come
home
at
all
.
They
all
like
to
remember
the
war
,
to
talk
about
it
.
But
I
do
n't
.
I
do
n't
even
like
to
think
about
it
.
I
'd
forget
it
all
if
I
could
--
oh
,
if
I
only
could
!
"
She
listened
with
flesh
crawling
as
Melanie
told
tales
of
Tara
,
making
Scarlett
a
heroine
as
she
faced
the
invaders
and
saved
Charles
'
sword
,
bragging
how
Scarlett
had
put
out
the
fire
.
Scarlett
took
no
pleasure
or
pride
in
the
memory
of
these
things
.
She
did
not
want
to
think
of
them
at
all
.
"
Oh
,
why
ca
n't
they
forget
?
Why
ca
n't
they
look
forward
and
not
back
?
We
were
fools
to
fight
that
war
.
And
the
sooner
we
forget
it
,
the
better
we
'll
be
.
"
