Old Virginia, Once Again

Memorial to the City's fallen in the Great War, Monument Terrace, Lynchburg, Virginia.
Memorial to the City’s fallen in the Great War, Monument Terrace, Lynchburg, Virginia.

Once again the call is coming, and the fiery cross on high
Blazes as before Manassas when our fathers went to die;
Trains of soldiery are moving, rumbling seaward once again,
Rolling as in early sixties, to the songs of eager men,
Puffing onward through the valley from the mountains to the bay,
Bearing on the lads in khaki of the sires who wore the gray.

From the portals of Mount Vernon and the heights of Arlington,
Down the line to Appomattox by the shrine of Jefferson,
From the Shenandoah’s highlands and the Roanoke’s flowered vales,
From the townships of the Piedmont and the Rappahannock dales,
They are coming to the colors for the God Almighty fray,
Future heroes of the khaki born of heroes of the gray.

From tobacco fields and orchards, from the studies and the games,
From the Allegheny cabins and the mansions on the James,
Out of factories and offices and furnaces and mills,
From the cities and the hamlets’ shaded lanes and sunny hills,
They are coming for the Union, theirs forever and a day,
These the eaglets of the eagles of the glory-misted gray.

Down the Blue Ridge they are going on to somewhere on the seas,
Through the mountains that were Jackson’s and the valleys that were Lee’s,
By the mounds upon the hilltops and their monuments that tell
How the wearied ragged legions nobly fought and nobly fell.
O, they’re going on high-hearted to an unforgotten day
When the boys who wear the khaki will be worthy of the gray.

What a history behind them, what a future just ahead!
What an inspiration given by the mothers’ living dead!
What a heritage of glory in the deeds of high romance!
What a legacy to carry to the battle fields of France!
O Virginia, old Virginia, let your shadows point the way
To immortal paths of honor for the children of the gray!

— Littell M’Clung, Old Virginia, Once Again, Confederate Veteran, Vol. XXVI, no. 6, June 1918.

This is Your Flag

Recruitment poster for the 207th (Ottawa-Carleton) Battalion, CEF.
Recruitment poster for the 207th (Ottawa-Carleton) Battalion, CEF.

This is your flag — Fight for it.

This slogan of the 207th has
been made the title of a
stirring song dedicated to
the 207th Battalion — Read it —

Words by Miss Esther Knott.
Music by Donald Heins.

How would you care to see the old flag down, boys,
Would you care to see her dragged in the mire?

Could you bear to hear it said
That you crawled beneath the bed,
While the rest of us were standing up to fire?

Would you care to hear the Kaiser was in England;
That his fleet was on the way to Old Quebec?

Would you care to have the girls
With the pretty golden curls,
See you get a German bayonet in the neck?

Chorus:

Come on the (sic) boys, this is your flag,
And it surely means to you
That the world expects to see your tag
And believes that you’ll be true.
Come on, boys, this is your flag,
Show the red blood — and the blue —
For the men are white —
Who join the fight —
And surely you’ll be true.

Don the MacLean Tartan

Recruitment poster for the 236th Battalion (New Brunswick Kilties), Canadian Expeditionary Force.
Recruitment poster for the 236th Battalion (New Brunswick Kilties), Canadian Expeditionary Force.

The Black Watch, August 1918

The Black Watch, August 1918; distribution of packs after action at Rheims, France.
The Black Watch, August 1918; distribution of packs after action at Rheims, France.

Kilt Apron

Black Watch Officers c. 1914/15; The Black Watch Museum; Bob Marrion Collection.
Black Watch officers c. 1914/15; The Black Watch Museum; Bob Marrion Collection. Notice the protective kilt aprons, with pockets to replace the sporran.

They Hivna Forgotten Us

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48th Highlanders

Recruitment poster for 48th Highlanders (Canada): 1200 men wanted at once for the 134th Highlanders Overseas Battalion; First World War.
Camp flag of the 48th Highlanders of Canada.
Regimental Colours of the 48th Highlanders of Canada.