A nation mourns

November 25, 2014

A nation mourns then and now.

We remember Gettysburg, Antietam, Cold Harbor, Spotsylvania, Monocacy, Bull Run, Atlanta, Ferguson,  New York, Selma, Miami Gardens, Kabul, Faluja, Bagdhad, Syria.

We remember and cry.

Ft. Delaware Part 2

The ferry that travels between Ft. Mott, Pea Patch Island and Delaware City turns first south to deeper waters, then curves back up to the other side of the island.  After a short tram ride where we learn a bit about the marshland fauna, we arrive at the entrance. Our guide, Bill talks at that point more about the bats that live in the fort than the history, partly because the bats have a disease that they are trying to contain with various precautions. He gives us a schedule of events for the day, and then we are off on our own to explore.

Stepping across the drawbridge  through the entrance where prisoners were hung by their thumbs, the real brick fort becomes apparent. The inner courtyard/parade grounds are much smaller than Ft. Warren, leaving more of an impression of an estate rather than a midieval castle. In fact, the prisoners lived outside the fort in wooden barracks, whereas the nicely appointed rooms that we can view are reserved for the commanding officers.

The one tour that we take is guided by a woman from the fish and wildlife dept, who is also more enthusiastic and knowlegable about bats than history. We have to wait until we meet the 'laundress' the 'soldiers' and the 'ordinance clerk' to learn more about life on the island.

A bit more background is needed.

Night falls in the cemetery

The darkness and cold remind me that night falls so early at this time of year.  It is 5:30 pm and the only lights in the cemetery are those from the lanterns placed along the walkways and at each grave. They create arcs of lights in a white rainbow of memory.

During the daytime, an unspoken rule of relative quiet. The evening seems to allow all to chatter and laugh loudly. Until they get to the podium where the names of the dead are being read aloud.

Gettysburg Parade The confederate regiments

From my home state of Maryland, a 'border' state where the state anthem declares that Abraham Lincoln is a tyrant and despot.

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Gettysburg Parade Lincoln Arrives by carriage

Soldiers, women's auxiliaries, Calvary on horseback, regimental bands and Abraham Lincoln parade for a delighted crowd lining the street. Next to me is a boy scout troop, saluting as each regiment passes by.  

The parade includes both Union and Confederate re-enactors and lasts over an hour.

 

At night after the battle draft 1

campfires burn tonight
It is our stories that are glowing'
They warm us without flames
songs of home and glory
Silence is our blanket
Pull it slowly over you
Rest my brothers
Rest your heads
The next days battle is just an early morning time away

As the silent sentry watches over us
Rest my brothers
REst your heads
 And wait for early morning

In the wilderness of virginia
The fires burn in the daytime

Antietam beginnings

Of all the battles that I've read about over the past months, this immediately grabbed my imagination more than any others even Gettysburg. I put effort into writing a song culled from as much information as I could find. This date, Sept 14 has been set aside for months; And today I wake up early to take my first solo trip after a long night returning from Baltimore for the Star Spangled festival.


Antietam is a battlefield that should be done in 2 days there is so much to see and do. Though a one day battle, so much happened here over a large area, that to just hike the trails and hear the guide takes up the whole day.

Arriving at the visitor center, I am directed to the observation room, which is framed by windows on 3 sides, providing a view of the surrounding mountains, the cornfields and woods that are the sites of the tragic events that occurred 152 years ago.

I begin to cry at the beauty, the tragedy, the quiet, the anticipation of the day.