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So who is this person who calls himself "Sgt Reb, Southern Patriot"?

My name is Roger Anderson and I'm a member of the Gen. Richard Taylor Camp, #1308, Sons of Confederate Veterans, Shreveport, Louisiana. I have been a member of the SCV since 1999. I have found many wonderful new friends who believe in the cause of our ancestors. Like any other member of the SCV, I only want to honour my ancestors.

I was born and raised in Shreveport, Louisiana. I am married (2nd time) with two grown children of my own and a grown step-daughter who is married. I also have six grandchildren.

I served in the United States Air Force for fifteen years. During that time I had assignments in Wyoming, Turkey, Louisiana, Texas, Montana and Korea. While in the Air Force, I was in the Security Police career field. I also spent three years as a Basic Military Training Instructor. When I seperated from the Air Force, I had attained the rank of Technical Sergeant (E-6). I am currently working in civilian law enforcement.

I have always been interested in history, especially the War For Southern Independence. I began doing geneaology research in 1998. To me it was just a natural thing to do. After all, geneaology is history. I already knew I had one great-great grandfather who had served the Confederacy, but I have since uncovered two more. Of course, they had brothers who also served.

As someone who loves to study history, I believe in the facts. As Sgt. Friday on "Dragnet" is famous for saying, "Just the facts Ma'am." I have always gone beyond what was taught from the textbooks in school. When I went outside the textbooks, I found that there was more to the story. For example, school history books teach that the United States entered World War II when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor. They don't teach the strategic reasons why Japan did this. Nor do they acknowledge the fact that for all intents and purposes, the United States was already involved deeply in the war in Europe. Read up on the Lend Lease Program. Our merchant ships were being sunk by German U-Boats while transporting war material to England.

Then of course there is the so called Civil War. Textbooks and most teachers will tell you it was slavery that caused the war. They spend some time on the issue of states rights, but act as if it were some minute detail. My high school history teacher told me that the main root of all war is one thing. MONEY. The more I read the more I found out that she was right.

Let's take a look at it. American Revolution, "No taxation without representation" right? War of 1812, our merchant ships being seized on the high seas by the British. Merchant ships equal money, right? Mexican-American War, the United States wanted to gain control of the southwest and California. What is land, money right? All of the wars that the United States fought against the American Indians was primarily the white settlers pushing the Indians off of their land and the Indians fighting back. Again, for the United States anyway, land equals money. As a point of fact, the United States government never honoured one treaty that they signed with any of the Indian tribes. Of course most recently, the Persian Gulf War. Yes, Iraq was wrong for invading its much smaller neighbor. But, as dependent as the United States is on foreign oil, the US government just could not allow the possibility of a hostile power cutting off a major part of the oil supply. So what do we have, oil equals money right?

So when someone tries to tell me that the "Civil War was fought to free the slaves", I can't help but to chuckle at their ignorance. They obviously were not taught about the tariffs and enormous taxes placed on the Southern people. Don't revise history and try to lie to me for the sake of political correctness.

I reject the attempts to make me feel guilty because I am a PROUD UNRECONSTRUCTED SOUTHERNER. Listen people and listen good. Always seek the truth. With truth you have knowledge. With knowledge, you have power!!


Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, Now, that's just what I am, For this "fair land of freedom" I do not care a damn. I'm glad I fit against it -- I only wish we'd won; And I don't want no pardon For anything I've done.

I hates the Constitution, This great Republic, too; I hates the Freedmen's Bureau, In uniforms of blue. I hates the nasty eagle, With all his brag and fuss; But the lyin', thievin' Yankees, I hates 'em wuss and wuss.

I hates the Yankee nation, And everything they do; I hates the Declaration Of Independence, too; I hates the glorious Union, 'Tis dripping with our blood; And I hates the striped banner -- I fit it all I could.

I followed old Mars' Robert For four year, near about, Got wounded in three places, And starved at Pint Lookout. I cotch the roomatism A-campin' in the snow, But I killed a chance of Yankees -- And I'd like to kill some mo'.

Three hundred thousand Yankees Is stiff in Southern dust; We got three hundred thousand Befo' they conquered us. They died of Southern fever And Southern steel and shot; And I wish it was three millions Instead of what we got.

I can't take up my musket And fight 'em now no mo'. But I ain't a-goin' to love 'em, Now this is sartin sho'; And I don't want no pardon For what I was and am, And I won't be reconstructed, And I don't care a damn.



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