Great stuff!
Edit: reminds me of when Stonewall's troops marched through Frederick, during their invasion of Maryland in 1862. It was the unionist part of the state. A myth grew up about the old lady Barbara Fritchie defying his troops. The meat of the long, long poem follows:
"'Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,' she said...
'Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on! he said."
I hear what actually happened is a comely young woman stood by the street with a union cockade pinned to her bosom. A rag-tag Reb called out "Look out! We're used to storming breastworks!" This was followed by a volley of laughs, not shots..