Ghosts of Confederate Past

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Ghosts of Confederate Past
“The Ghosts of Confederate past, return to
exact their due, upon Yankee Atrocities!”
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On the Yankee side of the late War for Confederate Independence, the surrender of our Confederate Armies meant ‘those people’ simply licked their wounds, buried their dead and celebrating an ill gotten victory; a victory bought with war crimes and crimes against humanity.  But on the Confederate side, there was much dishonor shown our returning soldiers, as they faced the mass destruction of their homes, farms, plantations and cities.
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The Citizens of the Confederacy suffered such a deep devastation, it was impossible to set it aside and go on with their lives!  As the years passed, it appeared that time itself had erased the pains of war in a forgotten past, but this was not the complete story.  There were the Ghosts of the Confederate Past, ghosts that have waited through nearly a century and a half, until the time had arrived, to exact their just due.
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"Would that I could have said to my soldiers, resist, and hang out our banners on the outer wall! but the day of retribution has not yet come when we shall be able to satiate our spirit of revenge on those fanatics and radicals of the north. Whenever it does we shall make them drink of the poison chalice to the very dregs . . . maybe a counter revolution would be necessary . . ." --- General P.G.T. Beauregard
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By Trace Trimble 

There are those who believe fervently in ghosts, being certain that somehow certain people or even animals return after death, in the form of a ghost; truthfully, I am not such a person.  Still, few periods in history have fostered more ghost stories then have that of the War for Confederate Independence, a war referred to by those of Yankee persuasion, as the Civil War.   One must admit that even if most of these reports were explained away, the spooky atmosphere of so many of the others remind us; there are a percentage of these stories that simply cannot be so easily discarded.

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I am tempted to believe that these ghost stories have something to do with time as we understand it, that on occasion an incident occurs that is so horrific, somehow images of the incident get trapped in a kind of time displacement.   In any case, wherever the truth lie, just in case my views are wrong, I feel compelled to warn those of Yankee persuasion as to The Ghosts of Confederate past.   That our honorable Confederate Warriors from that particular period of history, may well return at some point, to exact their just due upon Yankee atrocities!  Consider this, just maybe your Yankee Victory was so conclusive as present day thinking would suggest!
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Our story begins on 11 April 2015, it was a Saturday, a few old friends of my wife Alicia and I, including Mathew ‘Matt’ Manley and his wife Shellie, along with Michael ‘Mike’ Manley his brother, as well as his wife Wendi, all decided to get together at our house.  However our minds were still to some degree, focused on recent political events in Washington, inasmuch as the Democratic liberals had maintained control of the U.S. Senate, as a result of the 2014 mid-term Elections this past November.  No doubt ;The Pharaoh President felt he had a free hand to continue exercising powers far beyond those limited constitutional powers, granted to him.

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And he had certainly done so up until now, lacking any regard for the laws passed by congress, or the possibility of impeachment, which was out of the question, knowing his Senate Allies would support him.  Still we tried to put it all aside and enjoy what has turned out to be a beautiful sunny day in Northwest Florida!  The weather was most pleasant, even for an April day, so we set up a picnic table outside on the lawn and ‘Matt’ who was the best outdoor cook among us, was chosen as our Chief for the occasion.  After the men brought out the picnic tables, benches and an accessory table, the ladies began to set up with a paper tablecloth, plates, cups, napkins and plastic utensils.
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Shellie had brought a modest size portable radio with her, which had excellent sound, she being a country music lover, as well as a news buff.  If anyone among us managed to miss a story on the news, Shellie could certainly fill in the details!  We had finally settled down with our meal, said the grace, and began to eat and chat while listening to the local Country Music Station, when suddenly the Global News Network broke in with a Special Report.  The Reporter was a well known Journalist by the name of William ‘Bill’ Jacobs, who began to speak; “We are standing at the West Gate of the Whitehouse, where a throng of Journalist have gathered, both Gate Guards are obviously quite shaken by an incident that has only recently taken place.
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Jacobs reached over to one of the Gate Guards with a hand held microphone, a man named Walt Chalky, “Can you describe to our listening audience, what took place here, Mr. Chalky?”  Chalky began to speak, but he was visibly shaken, and as a result his words came out broken, “I’ve stood watch at this gate for 16 years, so I’ve seen all kinds of people pass through here, but never anything like this.”  Bill Jacobs looking at the Gate Guard responded with only a few words, “What things Mr. Chalky?”  The Gate Guard, a somewhat short man, when compared to the taller Bill Jacobs, looked up at the G.N.N. Reporter, who was standing before him, his own lips still quivering somewhat.
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The G.N.N. Reporter William Jacobs remained on the air several minutes, and gave a brief rundown of events at the Whitehouse Gate, as they had occurred, then saved the extended version for television coverage on Special Report, which would appear only moments later.  The story would no doubt be rerun a number of times over the coming days!  The radio network had returned to their regularly scheduled broadcast, but as Bill Jacobs listened to Mr. Walt Chalky the Gate Guard, his mind began to silently consider a wee bit, these men are trained to be steadfast, reliable and calm, what really took place here.  Mr. Chalky began to explain;   “A man on horseback approached the gate, seemingly out of nowhere!”
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Mr. Chalky looked at Bill for a moment then continued, “I thought it strange, inasmuch as he was dressed in a Confederate Uniform, and he carried a side arm as well as a sword at his side.”   Mr. Jacobs looking back at the shaken Gate Guard and replied with only a couple of words, “please do continue”!  Mr. Chalky, still shaken a bit, but beginning to calm down, continued his story, “I called for him to halt, but he just kept coming, and about that time a Secret Service Agent who had witnessed the ruckus at the gate approached, paused nearby and opened fire, no doubt he was convinced the President may be in danger.”  Bill broke in asking, “What happened then Mr. Chalky, do finish telling what you witnessed!”
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Mr. Chalky the Gate Guard then looked directly at Bill, “Well maybe I’ve been standing Guard at this gate longer the sanity allows, but so help me the Agent’s bullets could not have missed, the Agent was a Special Forces Combat Veteran, but the rider kept coming, he passed by us and rode directly onto the Whitehouse lawn. “  Chalky hesitated once again for what seemed like hours, but was in all truth, only a few seconds; Bill then urged him to finish the story.  “Well, like I said, maybe I have been here to long, but we all saw the rider simply disappear, as if riding off into nowhere.  Bill thought to himself, there just might be more to this story then first appeared!
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So he called his network, and they agreed, so he waited around hoping to uncover, if possible, more information as to what had taken place, and sure enough, it was good the he had delayed his departure.   Walt Chalky the Gate Guard got off duty an hour later, and Bill, still having a Whitehouse Pass from earlier in the day, decided to walk through the gate and over with Walt to the place where the horse and rider had disappeared.  After pacing about for a while we both stopped and looked down at the ground, there were hoof prints on the lawn, and there hadn’t been a horse on this particular portion of grass, as far back as anyone could remember.
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In any case we looked about more carefully, so as to see if there were any more evidence left behind!   While we were pacing, the very same Agent, which had witnessed what had happed, was now explaining to another network that it was either our imagination or else a holographic image.  Walt turned to Mr. Jacobs, “that it was none of the sort, imaginations and holographic images, for sure do not leave hoof prints on the lawn, that horse and rider were most real enough alright.”  Bill glanced at Walt again, and then at his cameraman off to his left, fortunately Walt, we have all this on record, so the people will receive a totally different angle on this story.
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Some time had passed and the incident at the Whitehouse Gate faded from the news, as Candidates began lining up for the coming Presidential Elections.   However I myself decided to visit the Gettysburg National Battlefield Park, and the why of it I just wasn’t sure, maybe I was unconsciously looking back at the story recalling that it was a Confederate Soldier, which had appeared at the Whitehouse Gate.  The G.N.N. Network had covered the story about as good as could be expected, but still I felt there was more to the story, more then could be told on network television.  There had been so many Ghost Stories coming from Gettysburg the town, as well as the park itself, so it seem logical to begin there.
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Matt Manley and his wife Shellie decided to accompany my wife Alicia and myself to Gettysburg, it was Tuesday 30 June when we arrived, we checked into a motel, and then went out for an evening meal before turning in for the night.  The next morning the ladies decided they wanted to go their separate way, while us two men visited the park; it was now Tuesday 1 July 2015, as we joined a sizeable crowd of tourist being escorted across the battlefield.  But after a while Matt and I decided to drift off on our own, and as we did so we soon found ourselves in the open field, the very area where General Robert E. Lee faced off with the Union General George Meade.

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As we both paced about for a while, Matt noticed that I had paused and suddenly became relatively silent, save for a few scattered and no doubt meaningless phrases.   Matt looked at me with that look of a question in his eyes, which I knew oh so well, “Trace, what is it, you have something on your mind, and I think you’d feel better if you spilled the beans. “  I glanced at Matt ever so slightly then scanned across the field with my eyes, “it happened here, the answer as to why that Ghost appeared at the Whitehouse Gate lay before us on this field.”  We both simultaneously began to walk a few paced closer to the actual point of contact between the two armies, “Maybe if you told me what you are looking for Trace, perhaps I could help.

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However, I wasn’t so sure myself as to what I was looking for!  The day sped by but Matt and I just couldn’t seem to uncover what it was that brought us here, so the next morning we decided to visit the various places that were said to be haunted, but again we found nothing outside of a few interesting spook stories.  As for myself, I neither believed the stories told by the locals, nor did I disbelieve; I was on a search, and when I found what it was I was looking for, I felt like I’d know it.   So the morning of Friday 3 July, I told Matt that I just had to return to that same area of the Gettysburg Park, were we had visited two days before.  It was 1:30 in the afternoon, and plenty warm, but somehow I didn’t seem to notice all that much.
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We followed the other tourist as the Park Ranger showed us a different area of the park then what we had visited before, as the Ranger told the story of the battle from what I thought was for the most part, a Yankee rendition.  I felt the he would have been more effective had he presented both sides of the battle equally, and without favoritism.  But then realistically that is to high a standard for, those people!  After a while Matt and I broke away again, and this time, after roaming about for a while, we ended up in the area known as Pickett’s Charge.  Not far from the actual site we spotted a shady place near a kind of spit rail fence, and the two of us discussed many of the things we had seen and heard, over the past few months.
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When suddenly we both sensed a presence of some sort, and Matt turned to me, “Trace, do you feel what I feel?”  Looking back at him I thought for a moment, “I am sure Matt, we feel the same thing.  What is it, is someone following us?”  We both simultaneously turned fully about and were shocked at what we saw, both of us were thrown back by the shear sight of such a thing, and here it was in the middle of a sunny day too.  As we both stared in shock we found ourselves in a state of unbelief, there before us was a skeletal figure mounted on a black horse.  The figure wore a Confederate Officer’s Western style hat, which had a ‘CSA’ Emblem on the front, and the upper portion of a ragged and age worn jacket.
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There was no way to depict his rank, only that he was an officer!  The figure reared his horse up into the air, the horse’s front legs kicking, as the skeletal figure waved a sword in the air.  We were both torn between being frozen in place and thinking it best to turn and run, but we just couldn't move, so we stood in place, did nothing and remained silent.  The figure finally calmed his mount and reached out with his sword, first at Matt, who was closest to him, then at I myself, and tapped us his sword on each of our shoulders.  He then looked directly at the two of us, if it could be said that a skeleton can look, and he then began to speak.  “The time has come, ‘…I will remove far off from you the northern army…the day of retribution has come.’
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Matt and I turned toward each other for just a moment, both of us no doubt thinking similar thoughts; we then returned our focus back toward the skeletal rider on the black horse, only to find he had disappeared.  Neither of us spoke for a moment, but finally Matt broke the silence, “Trace, what did he mean by what he said?”  I glanced back at Matt and slowly responded, “the part where he said ‘…I will remove far off from you the northern army…’ comes from Joel 2:20, he didn’t quote the whole verse because it refers to Israel in the last days.  But by cutting it short as he did, changes the meaning to that of the Confederacy.  He is saying the Yankee Armies will be driven from our homeland.   It would surely happen politically I’d imagine!
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Matt paused for a moment, as if trying to digest what had taken place, then he looked at me with a questioned look on his face, “Trace, what about the phrase, “…the day of retribution has come?”  That phrase comes from a quotation spoken after the war, by General P.G.T. Beauregard, where he said, “Would that I could have said to my soldiers, resist, and hang out our banners on the outer wall, etc!  But the day of retribution has not yet come when we shall be able to satiate our spirit of revenge on those fanatics and radicals of the North.  When ever it does, we shall make them drink of the poisoned chalice to the very dregs . . . maybe a counter-revolution would be necessary.”
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Without further thought we both turned toward the main gate, which was some distance away, and began to walk, for the most part we remained silent, speaking only in short phrases now and then.  As for me, I felt like I had to reassess my thinking; this was a situation I simply could not explain with any kind of logic, still, I didn’t feel like I wanted to join the ghost story crowd.   We both paused for a moment, and I turned to Matt, so as to let him in on what I was thinking, “Matt, when we get back, I wouldn’t mention this to anyone, at least not for a while.  Not until we have had a chance to think it all over?”  Matt looked back at me as we resumed our journey, back toward the main gate, “Trace, did it really happen, or was this a case of hysteria or something?”
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I really didn’t have an answer for Matt, so I just shrugged my shoulder in a gesture, indicating that I wasn’t sure!  We eventually reached the main gate, located our car and drove back to the motel, the next morning we were back on the road, heading home.  Matt and I, for the moment, kept silent as to what we had seen and heard, relating only that we had visited the site of Pickett’s Charge, and found the Park Rangers story interesting.  One thing about the entire incident, was that when the skeletal rider on the black horse touched Matt and I on our shoulders, it was a real sword.  And whinnying sound the horse made was real, beyond that I can only say, the rest will take a heap of thinking before a conclusion is reached.
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After we returned home the days and weeks passed quickly, and being interested in the political outcome as I was, I had paid close attention to the results of the Tuesday 4 November elections this past year of 2014, but somehow I had missed in all this, something vary amazing.  I had focused on the results of the federal races, and felt the Conservatives had for the most part held their own on the State level, save for a couple of cases.  However I had not looked quite close enough at the State Governorships, nor of the State Legislatures.  I was drawn to the outcome of the Alabama Governorship, when the Governor appeared over television, giving a speech on the Sovereignty of the States.

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It was Sunday 6 December 2015, and as I watched the Governors speech on television, it struck me; the Governor’s name, Jay Jefferson, and unless my imagination was running wild, he was identical in appearance to our beloved President Jefferson Davis.  Howbeit this man appeared as Jefferson Davis would have, as a much younger man.  Could this be merely a coincidence?  I went online with my trusty desktop computer and browsed through a number of Jefferson Davis pictures.  I gazed at those showing President Davis as a man about the age of the new Alabama Governor; it couldn’t be; yet there it was, identical in every way.
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I found it most interesting that Governor Davis should give a speech on State Sovereignty on 126th anniversary of President Davis’s death!  No I thought to myself, as I arose from my chair and began to pace across the floor, there’s no way this man could be Jefferson Davis.  In any case, I have never believed in reincarnation in any form or fashion, but how does one explain the similarities.  I then skimmed over the pictures of those standing round this new Governor, so as to see if anything could be learned!   There it was, off to the Governors right and standing in the background, a Research Scientist by the name of Orson Hartman, a man who is the vary best in the field of Genetics.
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I hadn’t come to any conclusions, suspicions yes, but nothing definitive, so a couple more months slipped by, while my attention turned to other things!  When late on the afternoon of Thursday 18 February 2016, when once again I was scanning down a few, what I considered reliable websites, which were related to Jefferson Davis, it seemed as though every identifying feature of our late President, pointed directly atJay Davis.  But again, I told myself, there no way this Jay Davis and Jefferson Davis could be the same man!  Well, I didn't have time to deal with it now; Alicia and I were expected at Mike and Shellie’s house, and already she was calling me from the back room, “Trace, turn off that computer and get ready.
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It’s getting late!”   I answered her in the positive, “sure enough Sweetheart, I’ll be back in just a minute!”  We both finished getting ready; I called Matt and Mike, while Alicia called the ladies, Shellie and Wendi.   About a half hour later we were entering Mike and Wendi’s home, and after a little pleasant chatter along the way, we were invited to gather in the Great Room for coffee.  Mike had the television on to a news channel; the sound was low but auditable!  The ladies all headed for the kitchen, while us men found a seat, though we said vary little!  But somehow Mike broke the ice when he ask, “Matt, you and Trace haven't said a word about what you saw at Gettysburg, why the silence?”
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I was going to break into the conversation, but Matt answered first, “Well we just toured the local Ghost Haunts as well as the Battlefield.  It was interesting, but the Park Rangers story was a wee bit one sided!  Listening to him, one would conclude the Yankee Army was there alone!  He failed to mention, General Lee and his Army won the first two of the three-day Battle hands down.”  Just about then there was a ‘Special News Bulletin’ on the television, and it obviously concerned the Governor of Alabama, Jay Davis!  Matt was the first to ask that the volume be turned up, so Mike, who was seated on the end of the couch, picked up the clicker, turned up the sound sufficiently loud enough so everyone could hear.
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Governor Davis had called had been elected Chairman of the Southern Governors Conference, and had called the Conference into secession!  The auditorium was packed, not only with the Governors, but also with the Leaders of both Houses of the various State Legislatures.  But as the cameras scanned the audience, while pointing out those Governors, which had headlined the news in recent weeks, there they were in the middle section front and center, the seventeen Commanding Generals of the various State National Guards, representing the Southern States.  Among the Generals present were not only those of the thirteen Confederate States, but also of Arizona, New Mexico and Oklahoma.
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While the Southern Governors Conference wasn’t broadcast completely from start to finish, still, there was enough shown for even the most skeptical among us to be convinced, there was something about this Governor Jay Davis.  I decided I had to travel to Montgomery, hopefully I would be able to meet with him, and just maybe, I could settle the issue, now and forever.  But I also felt it was important that I travel alone on this mission!  It was Thursday 18 February 2016, as I arrived at the front entrance to the Capital in Montgomery!  But be that as it may, much time had passed and to date the question remained unanswered.
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Seeing the Governor was standing alone, I took a chance and walked up the steps of the Capital Building and approached him, he was standing directly atop the Star at on the top landing where Jefferson Davis was inaugurated Provisional President on 18 February 1861.  He glanced over at me, and to my surprise he new my name, “Mr. Trace Trimble I presume!”  I looked directly into his eyes, “You know me Governor!”  The Governor hesitated for a moment then responded, “let us just say I know of you, inasmuch as I haven’t had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.   May I be of service?”  Yes sir, only the two of us stand here, and I assure you I have no plan to secretly record what you say; tell me, who exactly are you?
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There, I had ask the question, now I looked back at him, feeling as if I had said something stupid, after all while I didn’t ask him if he were Jefferson Davis, who had passed away on 6 December 1889, nonetheless, I had the feeling we both knew the question, which was floating about.  I almost expected laughter in response, but not so, Governor Davis paused for a moment then returned a question of his own, “who do the people say that I am?”  I looked back at him with wonder as to what I should make of his response, “The people say, Jay Davis!”  The Governor paused for a moment, “But whom do you say that I am?”  I thought for a moment, dared I say what I am think, well, be that as it may I decided to speak my peace!
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“If I say you are Jefferson Davis that wouldn’t make any sense, President Davis would be 208 years old, and besides he died on 6 December 1889.”  The Governor turn, walked a few paces toward the entrance to the Capital Building, then as he paused and looked back at me, he said, “What you say is true” then he gave a smile.”  As he entered the passed through the doorway, at first I though, well, he answered my question!  Then I though otherwise and gazed at him in dismay, as I thought to myself, “He didn’t really answer my question, one way or the other.”  I headed down the steps toward my car, which was parked not far away.  Just before reaching my car, I looked back!
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“He talks like Jefferson Davis, from all that I’ve read about him, it seems to me he acts like Jefferson Davis, and his policies match those of our First and only President, in the modern context of our times of course.   No I though, that would absolutely be crazy!”  I open the driver’s side door, as I did so I looked back one more time at the Capital Building, in particular the spot where Jefferson Davis was inaugurated.  I couldn’t help but notice something regarding my original assessment that he had been alone!  There were enough Armed Guards all about that I thought to myself, “Had all these Armed Guards been present during ‘The War’ we’d have whipped the Yankees for sure.
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God save the Confederacy
 
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