Some years ago, I learned the story of Jane Perkins, an Irish girl who moved to America from ireland during the Potato Famine. Air Jordan 5 Uomo Here’s the short version. She and her brother eventually settled in Danville, VA. She became a school teacher, and when the War Between the States erupted, she joined the Danville Artillery unit with her brother. nike air max 90 vt femme She fought with the ferociousness of her Celtic ancestors, was captured and sent to Point Lookout Prison in Maryland. asics buty męskie They discovered she was a woman when she gave birth to a little boy that her fellow soldiers named, Little Artillery Man. Peyton Manning Tennessee Football Jerseys The Federals took the baby from her, and she was taken to the Old Capitol Prison in Washington where she was tortured and abused. Nike Air Jordan 6 Womens Finally released, she walked back to Virginia and rejoined her artillery unit. USC Trojans She vanishes from history and our records after the battle of Petersburg, where it’s assumed she died. Air Jordan 4 Donna
You can read her complete story in a fine book, Lady Rebel:The Story of Private Jane Perkins, by George and Patti Beil. Here are the lyrics of the song that I do in the key of D.
Cry, Little Artillery Man
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