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Go, my sons, and return victorious or fall in the cause of the South, or a similar paraphrase, was often heard. One lady said,
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We confide [to you] this emblem of our zeal for liberty, trusting that it will nerve your hearts and strengthen your hands in the hour of trial, and that its presence will forbid the thought of seeking any other retreat than in death. Another maiden told her soldiers that
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The terrors of war are far less to be feared than the degradation of ignoble submission, the soldiers were assured by another bright-eyed girl. The legends embroidered or woven into the colors were such as these:
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To the Brave,
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Victory or Death,
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Never Surrender.