John W. "Jack" Hinson, "Old Jack" (1807–1874) was a farmer in Stewart County, Tennessee who operated as a Confederate partisan sniper against Union forces in the Between-the-Rivers region of Tennessee and Kentucky during the American Civil War.
Hinson, a prosperous plantation owner of Scotch-Irish descent, was neutral at the outbreak of the war but took up arms after two of his sons were executed as suspected bushwhackers by Federal troops; their heads were cut off and stuck on the gate-posts to Hinson's home.[1] Hinson used a custom made 50 caliber 41-inch barrel Kentucky Long Rifle to target Union soldiers more than a half-mile away on land, transports, and gunboats along the Tennessee River and the Cumberland River, killing as many as a hundred.[2] Hinson also served as a guide for Nathan Bedford Forrest in his assault on the Union supply center at Johnsonville, Tennessee in November 1864. He was the father of Robert Hinson, who served as the leader of a highly effective partisan band in the Between-the-Rivers region until his death in combat on September 18, 1863. Jack Hinson was never apprehended despite the commitment of elements of four Union regiments to pursue him, and survived the war, dying on 28 April 1874 (according to the 16 May 1874 Clarksville Weekly Chronicle, via the Dover Record) in the White Oak/Magnolia area of Houston county, Tennessee. He is buried in the family plot in the Cane Creek Cemetery (with a different birth year of 1793 and death year of 1873), just off White Oak road (near McKinnon, Tennessee). A marker was placed in the Boyd Cemetery far away to the North, in the Land-Between-the Lakes (LBL) area.
Grant was constantly at the front, leading his men. His horse was shot from under him, but he mounted an aide’s horse and continued to lead.
When Grant reached the landing, he learned that one Union regiment was unaccounted for. He galloped back to look for it, but found only Confederate soldiers moving in his direction. He spun his horse and raced for the river, but saw that the riverboat captains had already ordered the mooring lines cast off. Grant wrote in his memoirs,
"The captain of the boat that had just pushed out recognized me and ordered the engineer not to start the engine: he then had a plank run out for me. My horse seemed to take in the situation. He put his fore feet over the bank without hesitation or urging, and, with his hind feet well under him, slid down the bank and along the plank on board."
I love the picture, but google image search isn't giving me anything in a higher resolution.
Hunter Hernandez
Definitely obi wan situation,
Owen Nguyen
Constantly drunk, too.
Jaxson King
Obi Wan
Kayden Collins
Oh, I'm a good old rebel Now thats just what I am And for this yankee nation I do no give a damn I'm glad I fought against her I only wish we'd won I ain't asked any pardon For anything I've done I hates the Yankee nation And eveything they do I hates the declaration Of independence too I hates the glorious union 'Tis dripping with our blood I hates the striped banner And fought it all I could I rode with Robert E. Lee For three years there about Got wounded in four places And I starved at Point Lookout I caught the rheumatism Campin' in the snow But I killed a chance of Yankees And I'd like to kill some more Three hundred thousand Yankees Is stiff in southern dust We got three hundred thousand Before they conquered us They died of southern fever And southern steel and shot I wish they was three million Instead of what we got I can't take up my musket And fight 'em down no more But I ain't a-goin' to love them Now that is certain sure And I don't want no pardon For what I was and am I won't be reconstructed And I do not give a damn Oh, I'm a good old rebel Now that's just what I am And for this Yankee nation I do no give a damn I'm glad I fought against her I only wish we'd won I ain't asked any pardon For anything I've done I ain't asked any pardon For anything I've done...
>Much better song Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song; Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia.
(Chorus) Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the jubilee! Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia. (Chorus)
Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia. (Chorus)
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!" So the saucy Rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast; Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia. (Chorus)
So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train, Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, While we were marching through Georgia
Adam Stewart
>Much better song >so shitty that Sherman himself would go berserk whenever he had to listen to it.
i'll admit it y*nk, thats the only good song you have.
Austin Nelson
>Hinson, a prosperous plantation owner of Scotch-Irish descent, was neutral at the outbreak of the war but took up arms after two of his sons were executed as suspected bushwhackers by Federal troops; their heads were cut off and stuck on the gate-posts to Hinson's home.
Y*nKoids are not barbari-
Adam Foster
Battle Hymn of the Republic is national anthem tier iyam
I've seen other people post this and find it humorous myself, can you give me a source though? I want to believe desu.
Luke Nguyen
The song is named marching through Georgia. Just Google it.
Cameron Bennett
I know what it's called, I've not found anything about it driving him crazy though
cause it's fucking annoying and sounds like shit, it's a gay fucking song Federal tyranny was a fucking mistake and we should have respected state sovereignty t.New England yankee family has been here 300 fucking years all the faggots up here who think the Civil war was some great victory for the US and that the South deserved it all got here in the fucking 1880's or later and don't have family records where half the tree ends in 1863
I love this song, I just dont like the declaration part
Jacob Ortiz
>t.New England yankee family has been here 300 fucking years all the faggots up here who think the Civil war was some great victory for the US and that the South deserved it all got here in the fucking 1880's or later and don't have family records where half the tree ends in 1863
Tell me, tell me, weary soldier from the rude and stirring wars, Was my brother in the battle where you gained those noble scars? He was ever brave and valiant, and I know he never fled. Was his name among the wounded or numbered with the dead? Was my brother in the battle when the tide of war ran high? You would know him in a thousand by his dark and flashing eye. Tell me. tell me, weary soldier, will he never come gain, Did he suffer 'mid the wounded or die among the slain?
Juan Richardson
The fear of every y*nKoid
Colton Hill
The Battle Hymn of The Republic is a better song all around.
