Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Bow Your Heads

Bow your head for just a moment, and cry for the dead killed in our Civil War.

On this, the 150th anniversary of the Confederate attack on Fort Sumter, remember the scars that bind us still.
Soon to die


The Civil War wasn't some internal conflict of Constitutional ideals pitted against retenetion of slavery and an unsustainable way of life.

It was men killing men. Men marching straight into gunfire, line against line.

In some cases, literally brother against brother.

Go to the grocery store. In your mind, mark every man under forty.

Imagine those men, shoulder to shoulder, advancing on an equal or larger number of men. Each firing large, large, balls of lead at each other. Unable to see, blinded by thick smoke of gunpowder. Slipping on blood. Tripping on the dead.
Dead soldier, Petersburg, Virginia

That was the Civil War.


Oh, yeah -- think of its aftermath. Weak men retreating from the difficult job of finishing what they'd begun.



3 comments:

Mythical Monkey said...

Katie-Bar-The-Door and I once toured Gettysburg, and we wound up walking the route of Pickett's Charge. A mile slightly uphill across open ground (including a couple of fences and a road) straight at entrenched artillery on the aptly named Cemetery Ridge. And the whole time we were thinking "Good God, no wonder it was a slaughter." 6500+ casualties in less than an hour.

We've actually walked several Civil War battlefields -- Antietam was another one. Stepping out of the cornfield into what would have been point-blank fire -- another of those slaughters.

Enlightening.

jb007 said...

Unable to see, blinded by thick smoke of gunpowder. Slipping on blood. Tripping on the dead.

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Both battlefields are intense places still, but Antietam, for me, takes the cake; there were times during my many walks of that park when the hair on the back of my neck stood up of its own accord