VIRGINIA: Beau Ideal

He was seven when the Civil War was lost and a squadron of Union cavalry rode down a dusty road and into his home town of Lynchburg, Va. A blue-clad rider hauled him up into the saddle and asked: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" He was frail, sickly and small for his age. But he struck out wildly and screamed: "A Confederate major who shoots Yankees." Carter Glass never outgrew his frailty, his sickliness, his ferocity with fists and tongue. And he never forgot —not for a minute—he was a Virginian and a Democrat.

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