Civil War Toy Soldiers Sets
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 | Civil War Plastic Toy Soldiers Confederate Casualty Set 54mm 6 Figures Gray 1/32 |  |  | US $10.98 | 21d 2h 36m |
 | BMC 98511 Burnside Bridge Civil War Toy Soldier Set | | | US $15.00 | 9h 8m |
 | Civil War Plastic Toy Soldiers Union 7th Cavalry Custer Casualty Set 54mm 6 pcs | | | US $10.98 | 21d 2h 32m |
 | Civil War Toy Soldiers Britains Deetail Confederate 10th Tennessee Infantry Set | | | US $18.98 | 12d 8h 34m |
 | Toy Soldiers 54mm 68 Piece Replacement Weapons Set Marx Civil War Fort Apache | | | US $12.95 | 10d 22h 13m |
 | Toy Soldiers Marx Civil War Playset 54mm Confederate Stretcher Set with Casualty | | | US $11.95 | 6d 4h 6m |
 | Toy Soldiers Marx Civil War Playset 54mm Union Stretcher Set with Casualty | | | US $9.95 | 8d 22h 31m |
 | Civil War Toy Soldiers W Britain Confederate Artillery Set 10 Pounder 4 Man Crew | | | US $139.98 | 18d 9h 45m |
 | Civil War Toy Soldiers Union Cavalry 7 Piece Expanded Set Britains Deetail 1/32 | | | US $34.98 | 21d 6h 8m |
 | Civil War Toy Soldiers Britains Deetail 54mm Union and Confederate Cavalry Set | | | US $36.98 | 27d 9h 27m |
 | Civil War Toy Soldiers Union Artillery Set Hand Painted Metal Figure w Cannon | | | US $11.98 | 21d 2h 37m |
 | ANDERSONVILLE PRISON Civil War Figure Toy Soldier SET | | | US $19.95 | 22d 9h 51m |
 | 16 TSSD Civil War Union Infantry "GREATCOATS" Toy Soldier Set #6 1/32 54mm | | | US $22.45 | 19d 4h 33m |
 | Civil War Union & Rebel Toy Soldier Set with Cannons | | | US $7.99 | 24d 23h 33m |
 | TSSD American Civil War CALVARY WITH HORSES Toy Soldier Set #10 1/32 54mm | | | US $25.15 | 16d 14h 29m |
 | 8 TSSD Civil War Union "GREATCOATS" Toy Soldiers Set #6 1/32 54mm | | | US $12.55 | 20d 15h 46m |
 | Alamo 58ct Civil War Action Figure Toy Soldier Set | | | US $8.95 | 27d 23h 46m |
 | GETTYSBURG TOY SOLDIERS CIVIL WAR DUNKER CHURCH SET | | | US $14.95 | 27d 5h 23m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set AL-06, Combat set #2 | | | US $65.00 | 25d 2h 51m |
 | 8 TSSD Civil War Union Charging Toy Soldiers Set #2 (Med. Blue) | | | US $12.55 | 18d 4h 18m |
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Civil War Toy Soldiers Sets
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| Civil War Plastic Toy Soldiers Confederate Casualty Set 54mm 6 Figures Gray 1/32 | | | US $10.98 | 21d 2h 36m |
| BMC 98511 Burnside Bridge Civil War Toy Soldier Set | | | US $15.00 | 9h 8m |
| Civil War Plastic Toy Soldiers Union 7th Cavalry Custer Casualty Set 54mm 6 pcs | | | US $10.98 | 21d 2h 32m |
| Civil War Toy Soldiers Britains Deetail Confederate 10th Tennessee Infantry Set | | | US $18.98 | 12d 8h 34m |
| Toy Soldiers 54mm 68 Piece Replacement Weapons Set Marx Civil War Fort Apache | | | US $12.95 | 10d 22h 13m |
| Toy Soldiers Marx Civil War Playset 54mm Confederate Stretcher Set with Casualty | | | US $11.95 | 6d 4h 6m |
| Toy Soldiers Marx Civil War Playset 54mm Union Stretcher Set with Casualty | | | US $9.95 | 8d 22h 31m |
| Civil War Toy Soldiers W Britain Confederate Artillery Set 10 Pounder 4 Man Crew | | | US $139.98 | 18d 9h 45m |
| Civil War Toy Soldiers Union Cavalry 7 Piece Expanded Set Britains Deetail 1/32 | | | US $34.98 | 21d 6h 8m |
| Civil War Toy Soldiers Britains Deetail 54mm Union and Confederate Cavalry Set | | | US $36.98 | 27d 9h 27m |
| Civil War Toy Soldiers Union Artillery Set Hand Painted Metal Figure w Cannon | | | US $11.98 | 21d 2h 37m |
| ANDERSONVILLE PRISON Civil War Figure Toy Soldier SET | | | US $19.95 | 22d 9h 51m |
| 16 TSSD Civil War Union Infantry "GREATCOATS" Toy Soldier Set #6 1/32 54mm | | | US $22.45 | 19d 4h 33m |
| Civil War Union & Rebel Toy Soldier Set with Cannons | | | US $7.99 | 24d 23h 33m |
| TSSD American Civil War CALVARY WITH HORSES Toy Soldier Set #10 1/32 54mm | | | US $25.15 | 16d 14h 29m |
| 8 TSSD Civil War Union "GREATCOATS" Toy Soldiers Set #6 1/32 54mm | | | US $12.55 | 20d 15h 46m |
| Alamo 58ct Civil War Action Figure Toy Soldier Set | | | US $8.95 | 27d 23h 46m |
| GETTYSBURG TOY SOLDIERS CIVIL WAR DUNKER CHURCH SET | | | US $14.95 | 27d 5h 23m |
| New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set AL-06, Combat set #2 | | | US $65.00 | 25d 2h 51m |
| 8 TSSD Civil War Union Charging Toy Soldiers Set #2 (Med. Blue) | | | US $12.55 | 18d 4h 18m |
 | Civil War Toy Soldiers - 6 pcs set at your own choice | | | US $132.00 | 21d 47m |
 | W Britain Civil War NC Band of the 26th 3 Piece Toy Soldier Set $60 NIB | | | US $39.99 | 7d 3h 2m |
 | 8 TSSD American Civil War CONFEDERATE FIRING LINE Toy Soldiers Set #1 1/32 54mm | | | US $12.55 | 16d 15h 49m |
 | W Britain Civil War PA Gettysburg Bucktails 3 Piece Toy Soldier Set NIB $80 | | | US $59.95 | 16d 4h 55m |
 | BMC 98515 American Civil War Confederate Cavalry Bagged Toy Soldier Set | | | US $13.95 | 9d 6h 21m |
 | Conte Toy Soldiers Attacking Set#1 Civil War | | | US $75.00 | 12d 21h 44m |
 | 16 TSSD Civil War Union Charging Toy Soldiers Set #2 | | | US $22.45 | 9d 3h 59m |
 | GETTYSBURG TOY SOLDIERS CIVIL WAR FIGURES FENCE SET | | | US $13.95 | 9d 1h 54m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set AL-04 Flag Bearer | | | US $55.00 | 9d 1h 6m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set AL-03, Combat set #1 | | | US $58.00 | 9d 1h 4m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set AL-02, 15th Alabama | | | US $58.00 | 9d 1h 1m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set AL-01, 15th Alabama | | | US $58.00 | 9d 59m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set ME-05, 20th Maine | | | US $65.00 | 9d 56m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set ME-04, 20th Maine | | | US $65.00 | 9d 52m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set ME-02, 20th Maine | | | US $58.00 | 9d 49m |
 | New Civil War Toy Soldiers by March Through Times set ME-01, 20th Maine | | | US $58.00 | 9d 43m |
 | 10 TSSD American Civil War ARTILLERY CALVARY WOUNDED Toy Soldiers, Set #12 1/32 | | | US $22.45 | 1d 8h 57m |
 | W Britain Civil War Toy Soldiers Band of 26th North Carolina Set 2 NIB $50 | | | US $29.99 | 7d 2h 36m |
 | English Civil War- Swords (8 Set) Lead Toy Model Soldiers - Wargames, 25mm | | | US $3.95 | 4d 1h 50m |
 | English Civil War- Spears #2(10 Set) Lead Toy Model Soldiers - Wargames, 25mm | | | US $4.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War- Spears #1(10 Set) Lead Toy Model Soldiers - Wargames, 25mm | | | US $4.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War- Pikes #4 (7 Set) Lead Toy Model Soldiers - Wargames, 25mm | | | US $3.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War- Pikes #3 (6 Set) Lead Toy Model Soldiers - Wargames, 25mm | | | US $3.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War- Infantry#6(8 Set) Lead Toy Model Soldiers - Wargames, 25mm | | | US $3.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War- Infantry#5(5 Set) Lead Toy Model Soldiers - Wargames, 25mm | | | US $3.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War Inf. - Pikes #1(8 Set) Lead Model Toy Soldiers, Wargames, 25mm | | | US $4.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War Inf. - Muskets (6 Set) Lead Model Toy Soldiers, Wargames, 25mm | | | US $3.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | English Civil War Cavalry - #7 (4 Set) Lead Model Toy Soldiers, Wargames, 25mm | | | US $4.95 | 4d 1h 49m |
 | CONFEDERATE INFANTRY NAVY AMERICAN CIVIL WAR METAL TOY SOLDIER FIGURE SET | | | US $94.77 | 3d 14h 53m |
 | TOY CONFEDERATE SOLDIERS CIVIL WAR SET/ 2 | | | US $9.85 | 1d 9h 42m |
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| | The Civil War: Soldiers $19.99 The Civil War: Soldiers - Photographic Print |
| | Soldiers in the American Civil War $49.99 Soldiers in the American Civil War - Giclee Print |
| | Soldiers with Cannon, Civil War $19.99 Soldiers with Cannon, Civil War - Premium Poster |
| | Soldiers in Camp, Civil War $19.99 Soldiers in Camp, Civil War - Premium Poster |
| | Group of Soldiers, Civil War $19.99 Group of Soldiers, Civil War - Premium Poster |
| | Soldiers of the Spanish Civil War $49.99 Eric Parker Soldiers of the Spanish Civil War - Giclee Print |
| | Soldiers Tasting Soup, Civil War $19.99 Soldiers Tasting Soup, Civil War - Premium Poster |
| | Blanket Toss by Soldiers, Civil War $19.99 Blanket Toss by Soldiers, Civil War - Premium Poster |
| | Civil War, Group of Soldiers, no.1 $19.99 Civil War, Group of Soldiers, no.1 - Premium Poster |
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My Dad
Bruce Leslie Smith 1932-2001
Who was he – my dad?
He was my dad, but he belonged
to many people beyond myself,
and to God most of all.
What was he – my dad?
A teacher, a preacher, a poet -
perhaps a poet most of all.
What made him tick – my dad?
He was a capable academic,
an elegant speaker,
a wordsmith of some renown,
but this river had a source,
and its source was hidden, though never secret -
the hidden presence of Christ within.
‘For me to live is Christ and to die is gain!’
Was that St Paul or my dad?
My dad was an evangelical
who embodied the best of the mystical tradition –
practising the presence of Christ.
Everything was integrated for dad –
praying, breathing, thinking, eating.
He lived that way and he taught that way.
He taught us the philosophy of Socrates
(or Kant or Kung or Kierkegaard?.) but then,
instead of appropriately restricting himself
to dealing with a body of thought, we found that
he had us wrestling with the man behind it!
When he preached, he fooled us into thinking
that he was just dealing with a text, but then suddenly
we found that it was not the text that we were dealing with, but with Christ Himself!
Here was a man who could not speak about Jesus
without also speaking to Jesus. Here was a man who
practised the presence of God.
Who was he – my dad?
He was a workaholic academic who, ironically, failed
most of the university degrees he set out to complete.
He was a human being who fell in love, was married
and was divorced, and who never got over his feelings
of guilt and pain.
He was a father who loved his children,
sometimes inadequately, but many times wonderfully,
and inspired them to try to become decent fathers themselves.
He was a man who had a passion for life –
for music, for art, for the beauty of creation,
for gentle conversation over coffee with friends.
He was a friend of Christ,
who practised the presence of God.
Who was he – my dad?
He was many things to many people.
To me – he was my dad.
I left dad at around midnight. Actually, it could have been an hour either side of midnight. I wasn’t really very aware.
We’d spent the whole evening there with dad – Andy and Rob and me – in his little hospital room. We’d been laughing and joking - remembering old times.
He didn’t seem very ill. The oxygen mask on his face was a bit of a give-away I suppose, but apart from that he seemed pretty much his normal self. The hair was gone, of course – brushed away by the first bout of chemotherapy – but we’d become used to that.
I’d been through much of this before of course, with my mother, over twenty years earlier, but you forget the signs.
Mum died a death by inches as I remember it, and I do remember that. She was only young - still in her thirties I think. I was younger again of course, still a teenager – a terrible age to watch your mother die.
There was so much pain then. The pain of the illness was terrible. The pain of her divorce from dad, all the lost friendships, the unsuccessful love affairs, having her name dragged through the mud, watching her children (and me especially) go off the rails – these things must have been the greater hurt. And there was so much left unsaid!
I guess that there was much to be thankful for in dad’s case. I think we had time to say just about everything there was to say. I can’t think of anything I really regret doing or not doing with dad. And it wasn’t an agonizing death by any means. So why does it hurt so much?
I told dad a risque joke that night – the one about the guy who pisses all over the bar after a bet with the publican. It was an odd thing to be doing on my last night with dad. That sort of thing had never been a part of our relationship, though dad had loosened up considerably over his later years.
He wasn’t old! Sixty-eight years old. That doesn’t seem very old to me. He didn’t look very old – well, not to me. And it’s not as if he’d slowed down much. He was flat out lecturing, preaching and teaching only a few months ago – at the height of his career it seemed. I had optimistically rostered him on to do the preaching at Dulwich Hill this week. We’d kept pushing the appointment back week by week as the release from hospital kept being delayed, but that’s all we had ever been thinking in terms of – delays. Well, perhaps that’s all I would let myself think in terms of.
I couldn’t accept that he was dying. He was still moving about under his own steam. He could still get to the toilet without aid and do all those things that help a man to maintain his dignity under the stress of hospitalisation. His mind was still as sharp as a tack. His wit was undiminished. He was not living and speaking like a man who had only a few hours left to live.
I held his hand. I clung to it. In my mind were all the images of the man who had towered over me like a mighty colossus in my youth.
I remember that time, I must have been only five or six years old, when the garage shutter at St Barnabus’ Broadway dropped on my dad’s head and almost knocked him unconscious. He let out some expletive – ‘Gorn’ I think it was (expletive enough for dad) – and he stumbled about. I remember the horror I felt at seeing this invincible and unflappable figure, my hero and my defender, staggering about and loosing control. I never forgot that terrible image.
I remember the time when dad lost his cool with us. I only remember it happening the once. He was taking us back to mum’s place, only shortly after she had taken us from him. I must have been twelve or thirteen. The three boys – we were all sick as usual. We would contract colds, upset tummies, and allergies by the bucket-load. It was our normal state. Dad made some comment about us being a ‘bunch of cripples’. I remember the pain of feeling that I had let dad down, and a deeper pain, that perhaps dad had let us down. He never said anything like that again.
I remember the climactic day when I beat dad in an arm wrestle. Week by week we would go over to dad’s place, and week by week each of us would take him on in an arm wrestle. I must have been fifteen or sixteen on that mighty day, when finally the tables were finally turned.
I was the oldest of course, so the other boys, while they did their best, didn’t really stand a chance against the big guy. Even so, they took their turns. There must have been a sense of apprehension though when I finally took my position. Week by week it had been getting harder to dad to floor me. Week by week I’d felt him straining ever more greatly to hold me back. Yet I could not have known that this would be the week, the day, the moment! We gripped. We struggled. We sweated. My dad started to turn red. Suddenly he stood up and pulled away in pain. He could take it no longer. It was over – the ritual never to be repeated again.
Rob was always the realist. Before he left the hospital he said to dad ‘I’ll see you in the morning, but if you have to go before then, then that’s OK. It’s been a privilege being your son.†It was a great thing to say. Andy and I were less realistic: “We’ll see you in the morning.â€
I decided to stay on at the hospital for a time, while dad went to sleep. Despite the fact that he had explicitly told us to go home and get some sleep, it just seemed like the right thing to do. That was where I wanted to be.
I watched dad go to sleep, and got increasingly comfortable myself. The hospital seemed comfortable. The silence seemed comfortable. Most comfortable of all was the sense I had of being in the right place, doing the right thing - a dutiful son, sitting by his father’s bedside, ready to spring into action if he needed me.
Then he woke up. “What are you doing here? Go home and get some sleep!†“I’ll sleep better if I know that you are sleeping well, dad,†I said rather feebly. Within fifteen minutes I was back in my car, trying to remember my way home.
He should have let us stay. He should have at least let the nurse get us in the morning, when she could see that he was fading fast. “No, no, let them sleep,†he’d said. “They’ll get here later in the morning.†We did get there later in the morning, but the struggle was over before we arrived.
It’s not as if any of us would have been at home sleeping soundly. I stayed up until nearly 4am, sitting at my desk, painting my set of American Civil War action figures. I was up and about again at 6.30am, wondering what I should do. I decided to go back to work on the toy soldiers, though I really wanted to be somewhere else.
I was pouring my time into one figure – a rather dignified looking general with a receding hairline. As I worked on him, I had his hairline recede further and further. I realised I was modelling this figure on my dad.
Perhaps I could take this colourful figurine into the hospital. Dad would probably be amused to see it. I’m sure he’d see the resemblance! I’m sure he would be pleased. Then I remembered my three-year-old coming up to me only the day before: ‘look dad, I painted a picture of you’. I shuddered a little. Then the phone rang, to tell me where I should have been all along.
It was a mighty funeral. It was held in one of the biggest churches in Sydney, and the church was full. There were more bishops floating around than you’d find in half a dozen chess sets, and men and women of note were abounding. The speeches were beautiful. The choir sang. Tributes were given. The rituals were performed. And then we all went home, except for dad.
It was very public. He was a public person of course. Even so, I had to keep reminding myself – this is my dad that I am burying.
And now the public have gone, and we, who knew and loved him best, must go on and do the work of grieving alone. This is always the way of course. I’ve taken over a hundred funerals myself. I know the score. Yet it doesn’t make it any easier.
Why did you have to go dad? Why couldn’t we have spent just a bit more time together? How am I supposed to go on living, dad, now that you are gone?
About the Author
Rev. David B. Smith
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Stupid shortsighted egalitarian whites following the lead of their jewish masters are going to send the world into another bloody conflict as we painfully extract the muslim and mestizo menace from our countries at some point in the future. Its not a question of IF but WHEN this happens because it WILL happen or the white race WILL die.
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