A story

The Civil War was a very bloody, violent, hateful time in American history but it also had a humorous side to it. So I will regall you my readers with a story from the lighter side of the war.

Herman Haupt had been having a very hard time getting his trains to their destinations due to the fact that Pope wanted to control the railways. Haupt went to the secratary of war and got an order saying that he was the commander of all the railrodes in the east. So once he got all the railrodes straightened out he was ordered to transport a battalion of untrained civilians to the battlefield at Mannassas during the battle of Second Manassas. On seeing the new troops (that were all drunk) he transported them but commented to an aide that I have been ordered to take them to the field but have not been ordered to bring them back. So he left them on the battlefield. They eventually got back to Washington by bribing some ambulance drivers to take them instead of the wounded back.

This is a very funny story. Which I found in the book Mr. Lincoln’s Army by Bruce Catton.

Published in: on November 29, 2009 at 9:29 pm  Comments Off on A story  

My Purchases

I am so excited I just bought Mr. Lincoln’s Army, A stillness at Appomatox and Never Call Retreat all by Bruce Catton and the books were all the first editions that makes me even more excited

Published in: on November 28, 2009 at 9:43 pm  Comments Off on My Purchases  

Happy Thanksgiving

Dear Readers,

I wish you all a great thanksgiving. What in this country do we have to be thankful for?

  1. Freedom
  2. Liberty
  3. God
  4. Family
  5. Food

You know some countries don’t have any of those things especially God.I encourage you reader to make a list of all the things you are thankful for and share them with your family. you will see how much you truely have.

Published in: on November 26, 2009 at 5:09 pm  Comments Off on Happy Thanksgiving  

Robert E. Lee: The Soldier And Man Pt 2

Here is the continuation of pt 1.

Robert Edward Lee’s military career began as an engineer at Fort Pulaski on Cockspur Island Georgia. In 1831 he was stationed to Fort Monroe as an engineer also. He was assigned to assist in the engineering of the fort. Where he stayed until the outbreak of the Mexican War. Also while stationed at Fort Monroe he married Mary Anna Randolph Custis the great Grand daughter of Martha Washington.    

 Robert continued his military career during the Mexican War. He served on the staffs of   John Wool and Winfield Scott. He gained the most distinction while on Scott’s staff. He gained three brevets one for his actions at the battle of Cerro Gordo. At this battle he found a mountain pass that when taken allowed General Scott could surround the army of Santa Anna. He also fought at the battles of Contreras, Churubusco, and Chapultepec where he was slightly wounded. During the Mexican War Lee became acquainted with Ulysses S. Grant, to whom he would later surrender the Army of Northern Virginia to.

After the Mexican War he served as an engineer in Baltimore until 1852 when he was appointed as the superintendent of the United States Military Academy at West Point. While he was serving as superintendent his son George Washington Custis Lee graduated from West Point. Robert hated the mundane duties of superintendent and asked to be reassigned to field duty. He was given command of the newly formed 2nd U.S. Cavalry in Texas. It was Lee’s first substantial promotion since 1838 where he received a brevet promotion to captain. While in Texas Lee fought the Comanches and Apaches. He served here until 1857 when the death of his father-in-law made him return to Arlington to settle the estate. The settlement of the estate kept him in Arlington until 1859 when John Brown and his cohorts attempted to take Harpers Ferry.

Lee played an integral part in the affair at Harpers Ferry.  John Brown along with twenty-two other men captured the arsenal at Harpers Ferry. , Robert E. Lee along with his force of eighty-six marines and his Aide-de-camp James Ewell Brown Stuart was ordered by President Buchanan  to capture Brown with out the effusion of blood if possible. On the morning of  October 18 Lee and his men ordered the surrender of Brown and his men who in turn refused and the shots began. Ten of Brown’s Twenty-two men were killed these included his two sons and two black men, seven men were captured two of those captured were captured later on, and five men escaped. Lee also captured John Brown was captured after being shot in the leg and hit on the head with the handle of a sword. He was eventually tried and hanged on charges of treason towards the United States. This is event was a catalyst to the Civil War another war in which Robert E. Lee would serve with great distinction.




                                                      The Arsenal at Harpers Ferry

 Part 3 will come shortly.I will try and get it out faster than I did Part 2. Sorry about the wait.

Published in: on November 22, 2009 at 3:49 am  Comments (2)  

Veterens Day

What do you enjoy most about being in America? What would the country be like if we didn’t fight in any of the wars we did? What would the country be like then? It would be a horrible place. A country run by monarchy or by a dictator? You have first God to thank for allowing you to live in such a country and second the veterans to thank for fighting to keep America a country under God. By the people, For the People, and of the People. God Bless America and Her veterans.


Published in: on November 11, 2009 at 9:51 pm  Comments Off on Veterens Day  

The Blue And Grey

The Blue And The Gray
Francis Miles Finch (1827-1907)

By the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Under the one, the Blue,
Under the other, the Gray
These in the robings of glory,
Those in the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgement-day
Under the laurel, the Blue,
Under the willow, the Gray.

From the silence of sorrowful hours
The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgement-day;
Under the roses, the Blue,
Under the lilies, the Gray.

So with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue,
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.

So, when the summer calleth,
On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth
The cooling drip of the rain:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment -day,
Wet with the rain, the Blue
Wet with the rain, the Gray.

Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
The generous deed was done,
In the storm of the years that are fading
No braver battle was won:
Under the sod adn the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Under the blossoms, the Blue,
Under the garlands, the Gray

No more shall the war cry sever,
Or the winding rivers be red;
They banish our anger forever
When they laurel the graves of our dead!
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day,
Love and tears for the Blue,
Tears and love for the Gray.

Published in: on November 7, 2009 at 8:13 pm  Comments Off on The Blue And Grey  

Another poem

This one is written by walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths–for you the shores
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Published in: on November 5, 2009 at 2:18 pm  Comments Off on Another poem  

The Flag of the Union

The Flag Of Our Union

by George Phillips Morris

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“A song for our banner?” – The watchword recall
Which gave the Republic her station:
“United we stand – divided we fall!” –
It made and preserves us a nation!
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The union of lakes – the union of lands –
The union of States none can sever –
The union of hearts – the union of hands –
And the Flag of the Union for ever
And ever!
The Flag of our Union for ever
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What God in his mercy and wisdom designed,
And armed with his weapons of thunder,
Not all the earth’s despots and factions combined
Have the power to conquer or sunder!

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Oh, keep that flag flying! – The pride of the van!
To all other nations display it!
The ladies for union are all to a – man!
But not to the man who’d betray it.

Thanks to www.home.att.net for the poem

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A Smoking His Cigar

At Donelson the rebel horde
Had gathered in their might,
Determined there with fire and sword
To make a dreadful fight.
But gallant Foote, with his command
Swept “in” by water route,
While Grant besieged upon the land,
And smoked the rebels “out.”

Where volleyed thunder loudest pealed,
Along the front of war,
The Gen’ral calmly viewed the field,
A smoking his cigar.

And Beauregard did swear, methinks,
Upon his bended knee,
That his good horse should have some drinks,
All from the Tennessee;
But oh! a “dip twixt cup and lip”
That sweet illusion broke;
For Grant just smote ’em thigh and hip,
And made the rebels smoke.

The doughty Pem, at Vicksburg, too,
Did naught of Yankees fear;
Grant passed his guns in quick review
And gained the city’s rear.
He pitched his tent, deployed his force
And lighted his cigar,Said he, “Misguided lads, of course,
You know just where you are.”

And now, let politicans wait
There’s work for men to do;
We’ll place one in the Chair of State
Who wears the army blue.
The people know just what they want
LESS TALK, and no more war

photo of U.S.Grant

This poem was written as a campaign song for General Grant

Published in: on November 3, 2009 at 12:07 am  Comments Off on A Smoking His Cigar  

To Carolina

 Sister Carrie my dear
I am sorry to hear
That you are intending to leave us
They say its a fact
That your trunk is all packed
And you hope by such conduct to grieve us

You have always been naughty
And willfull and saucy
Like a spoiled minx as you are
So vain of your beauty
Forgetfull of duty
You owe to indulgent Papa

I am sure you can’t say
You’ve not had your way
In each of our family’s broils
While I vow and declare
You’ve had your full share
In each of the national spoils

Just wait for a season
And listen to reason
Nor believe what your false lovers say
And their flattering lies
Will bring you to ruin some day

Though they promise so fair
Gay deceivers they are
From the one whom last evening you kissed
To Hammond and Rhett
And chivalrous Kelt
Orr, Memminger,piekins, and Gist

Some day all forlorn
Bedraggeled and torn
Like the prodical son in his need
You will knock at the door
And come home once more
Nor venture again to secede

Now be warned of your fate
Before its to late
Like a dear little innocent lamb
And do not forget
All the kindness of good Uncle Sam

The Palmetto tree
No shelter will be
When the dark clouds of anarchy tower
You will long for a rest
Of your own eagles nest
And the strong arm of Federal Power

Then dear little sis
Now give me a kiss
To make up these family jars
Seccession shall never
This Union dissever
Hurrah! for the Stripes and the Stars

This poem was written by Walt Whitman and is talking about the seccession of South Carolina


Published in: on November 2, 2009 at 1:31 am  Comments Off on To Carolina