Consecrated Lands
Civil War Battlefield, Gettysburg.
The Gettysburg casualties over 3 days made it the bloodiest battle in the American Civil War. The two armies suffered combined casualties of between 45,000 and 51,000.
Union casualties numbered 23,040 (3,155 killed, 14,530 wounded and 5,365 missing). Confederate casualties are tougher to measure and estimates have ranged as high as 28,000.
To read more about the American Civil War: www.brotherswar.com/intro.htm
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"Your own proud land's heroic soil
must be your fitter grave:
She claims from war his richest spoil,
the ashes of the brave.
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat the
soldiers last tattoo.
No more on life's parade shall meet
that brave and fallen few.
On fame's eternal camping-ground,
their silent tents are spread,
and glory guards with solemn round,
the bivouac of the dead.
Rest on embalmed and sainted dead,
dear as the blood ye gave.
No impious footstep here shall tread
the herbage of your grave.
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
the bugle's stirring blast,
the charge, the dreadful cannonade,
the din and shout are past.
NO rumor of the foe's advance now
sweeps upon the wind.
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
of loved ones left behind.
No vision of the morrow's strife the
warrior's dream alarms.
No braying horn nor screaming fife at
dawn shall call to arms."
*author unknown: words viewed @ the National cemetery, Gettysburg
Consecrated Lands
Civil War Battlefield, Gettysburg.
The Gettysburg casualties over 3 days made it the bloodiest battle in the American Civil War. The two armies suffered combined casualties of between 45,000 and 51,000.
Union casualties numbered 23,040 (3,155 killed, 14,530 wounded and 5,365 missing). Confederate casualties are tougher to measure and estimates have ranged as high as 28,000.
To read more about the American Civil War: www.brotherswar.com/intro.htm
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Your own proud land's heroic soil
must be your fitter grave:
She claims from war his richest spoil,
the ashes of the brave.
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat the
soldiers last tattoo.
No more on life's parade shall meet
that brave and fallen few.
On fame's eternal camping-ground,
their silent tents are spread,
and glory guards with solemn round,
the bivouac of the dead.
Rest on embalmed and sainted dead,
dear as the blood ye gave.
No impious footstep here shall tread
the herbage of your grave.
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
the bugle's stirring blast,
the charge, the dreadful cannonade,
the din and shout are past.
NO rumor of the foe's advance now
sweeps upon the wind.
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
of loved ones left behind.
No vision of the morrow's strife the
warrior's dream alarms.
No braying horn nor screaming fife at
dawn shall call to arms."
*author unknown: words viewed @ the National cemetery, Gettysburg