THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED
erate Army was composed of men like Lieutenant Peake. High upon the scroll of honor and fame their names are written in letters of gold. There they will ever remain, the brightest gems in the Southland's coronet. Story and song will tell their deeds of valor and courage; generations will sing their praise; they need no monuments of metal nor stone to perpetuate their memory and names. Their fortitude, courage, and fidelity to duty during four long, bloody years of war, such as the world never knew, is a monument that will outlast any that could be constructed by human hands. When the truthful history of the war is written, and the passion of men has cooled, that an authentic record may be made, upon that record will be found the names of every Confederate soldier who wore the gray and did his duty. It matters not if he came from the halls of wealth or the lowly cottage upon the mountain side, nor if he wore the stars of the general officer, or the gray blouse of the ranks. If
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