From the book, HISTORY OF PENDER COUNTY, by Mattie Bloodworth ~ by Dr. William Thomas Ennett of Onslow County.  He was promoted to be Major after the death of    W. M. Parsley.  Captured at Spotsylvania and sent to Fort Delaware, among those taken to Charleston Harbor on the prison ship DRAGON, suffering hardships of  imprisonment with the rest.  He was a physician, highly accomplished, a brave soldier and warm friend.  During his imprisonment on the DRAGON located off Hilton Head Point, he wrote the following  lines, a parody on "Do they miss me at home?"

                    They miss me at home, yes they miss me,

                    At morning, at noon and at night,

                    For I waft them each moment my blessing,

                    And their features are ever in sight.

                    I hear them when "Reveille" wakes me,

                    I see them when "Taps" say "to sleep",

                    And when the loud Rolls calls to battle,

                    I know that they miss me, and weep.

                    Oh, mother, weep not for the absent,

                    For I am serving my county so dear,

                    And my dear Ma must wait for her loved one,

                    While his duty calls him off to the war.

                    And Daughter, my sister, my dear little love,

                    And cuppie, my pet, you must miss me,

                    And Fonnie, my sissie, my sweet little dove,

                    Yes, I know it, I know you all miss me.

                    And Andrew my boy, you must miss me,

                    For I joined in your sports with such glee,

                    And your brave little heart can't forget me;

                    For your brother's oft thinking of thee.

                    When cannon and musketry rattle,

                    And death walks o'er hill top and dell,

                    I hear then my loved one's sweet prattle

                    And know they miss me, too well.

                    But loved ones, 'tis for you that I'm fighting,

                    For war has no pleasure for me,

                    But I'll die for "The Cause" I'm right in,

                    That my loved ones and theirs may be free.

                    Then when peace shall smile on our land,

                    And victory prove the strength of our case,

                    You may dry up your tears with rejoicing

                    For we Southerners belong to a fighting race.

UDC, by Pat Gasson, Cape Fear #3, District Director, 2006-2008

                    UDC

            Be silent now and listen

            Hear the quiet voice inside

            The UDC is working hard

            To instill and maintain Confederate pride!

            The tombstones are draped with the Stars and Bars

            And the memorial services begin

For our brave heroes who proudly wore the grey

And would fight today again

In the class rooms the children sit and listen

As though they have never heard before

The true Confederate history

But rather, the “politically correct”, Southern lore

 

Packages are sent and letters containing love

And encouragement are mailed

To our soldiers in Harm’s way,

Visits are made and cards are delivered

With sincere appreciation and thanks

To our Veterans who served in their day

 

The call is heard and we “Daughters” respond

To whatever that need may be

A card, a donation, a visit

An outpouring of love and charity

To those less fortunate than are we

 

Let us ever keep the history alive

Lest we ever forget

Let us write books, teach children,

Build monuments, make speeches

Our work is not finished yet

We, the United Daughters of the Confederacy,

With the leadership of God must keep the stride

To work hard, long and diligently

To instill and maintain Confederate pride!

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