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Red with out blue

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This is a poem dedicated to the Irish Brigade. During the Battle of Fredericksburg in December of 1862, they started out with 1600 men and by the end of the day 256 were left. The reason I went with writing about Fredericksburg is the fact that on the other side fighting for the Confederacy was a Irish regiment and at the time these Irish regiments, North and South were made up of Irish Immigrants.All Rights Reserved

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