We cheered the Confederate flag. We yelled the Rebel yell. We wore a version of war uniform. We emblazoned Robert E. Lee across our jackets. We played bugles and drums. We sang, “Dixie.” We wore black boots. We stood side by side. We held our heads high. Black. White. Brown. We cheered each other. We cheered for victory. This was OUR army. We were Robert E. Lee. All of us. All colors. We were maroon and white. It was our senior year. It was our school—soon to be our alma mater. Cheering our army, cheering our team on to State.
— L Woods