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Red with out blue
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Completa, pubblicata il giu 12, 2013
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.
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"When 400,000 men couldn't get home, home came for them." [[This story is a work of fiction. I'm mostly following the plot in Christopher Nolan's film and I am doing my best to get all historical elements correct. If something is wrong, please do not hesitate in telling me.]] I own nothing in the way of characters, settings or plot. I only own Elizabeth and any other original characters that might pop up.