It's not just a southern tradition its a way of life. TFM.

Thank you for serving.

when your alone sir Knight and weary of Battle, and your steed has been branded and driven like cattle; When the proud castle wall around you seem bare, and the lance has been broken and you don’t seem to care. when the cross that you carry seem to heavy to hold and the knights that surround you seem nameless and old; when your armor is rusted and creaks in the mist, and your palm of brotherhood turns in a fist. when each morning light refuses to shine, and the vows that you made walk too fine a line; when your bridge over pain grows feeble and weak, and you fear our ideas are not what you seek. when them you must rest Sir knight and begin once more, your heart can open as it closed before; you must varnish your shield and sharpen your sword, yet respect the gentle and honor your lord. Remember each failure and conquest you’ve made, and the knights who have fallen and given you aid; be hold and confront in what lies ahead, lead other behind you as you have led. finally young man as you begin your task, you must search for the answers to questions you ask; the journey is eternal and surpasses all borders, and so must a knight of the Kappa Alpha Order.