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THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God…



THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:34:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

…Bounced Through Our Ranks Like Rubber Balls.Slaughter Pen Farm, Fredericksburg–“cannon balls were flying over and among us all the time, killing men and horses and tearing up the ground all around us.” The adjutant of the Second Reserves, Evan M. W…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:34:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

…Bounced Through Our Ranks Like Rubber Balls.Slaughter Pen Farm, Fredericksburg–“cannon balls were flying over and among us all the time, killing men and horses and tearing up the ground all around us.” The adjutant of the Second Reserves, Evan M. W…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:30:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

…Knew it is Surley as Though I Culd Read His Thoughts.Tapp Farm, Wilderness Battlefield, Spotsylvania–“I saw many wounded soldiers in the Wilderness who hung on to their rifles, and whose intention was clearly stamped on their pallid faces. I saw o…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:30:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

…Knew it is Surley as Though I Culd Read His Thoughts.Tapp Farm, Wilderness Battlefield, Spotsylvania–“I saw many wounded soldiers in the Wilderness who hung on to their rifles, and whose intention was clearly stamped on their pallid faces. I saw o…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:27:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

I Continued in the Tallest Running Match of My Life.Motts Run, Chancellorsville, Spotsylvania–“At about the same time I felt that some part of my accouterment on the left side had given way; instinctively grasping for whatever it might be, I caught t…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:27:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

I Continued in the Tallest Running Match of My Life.Motts Run, Chancellorsville, Spotsylvania–“At about the same time I felt that some part of my accouterment on the left side had given way; instinctively grasping for whatever it might be, I caught t…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:23:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

….When Others Would Take Their Places.Bloody Angle, Spotsylvania–“Nothing but the piled up logs of breastworks separated the combatants. Our men would reach over the logs and fire into the faces of the enemy, would stab over with their bayonets; ma…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2010-11-07 16:23:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 7th, 2010 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

….When Others Would Take Their Places.Bloody Angle, Spotsylvania–“Nothing but the piled up logs of breastworks separated the combatants. Our men would reach over the logs and fire into the faces of the enemy, would stab over with their bayonets; ma…