23,000 americans were casualites at the battle of Antietam during the civil war. 3600 were killed, 500 more than were killed on 9/11, 1100 more than were killed on D-day and 1200 more than were killed at Pearl Harbor. Antietam lasted only one day, and that is how many men were killed. Thats a very sobering thought. It’s also part of the reason I love to study the Civil War. So that the memories and the causes of the men who died during the Civil War will never be forgotten.
here are a few more then and now pictures from different battles and places involved in the Civil War. Enjoy!
Within the many National Military Cemetaries and National Parks around the United States can be found very beautiful markers and memorials telling of the heroic deeds done by those in our nation’s past. For example:
The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
The soldier’s 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.
No rumor of the foe’s advance
Now swells 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.
Their shivered swords are red with rust,
Their plumèd heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle’s stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are past;
Nor war’s wild note nor glory’s peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight.
Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o’er the field beneath, Knew well the watchword of that day
Was “Victory or death.”
Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O’er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the gory tide;
Not long, our stout old chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.
‘T was in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyr’s grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nation’s flag to save.
By rivers of their father’s gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.
Full many a norther’s breath has swept
O’er Angostura’s plain
And long the pitying sky has wept
Above the mouldering slain.
The raven’s scream, or eagle’s flight,
Or shepherd’s pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned o’er that dread fray.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air;
Your own proud land’s heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil
The ashes of her brave.
So, ‘neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother’s breast,
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here, And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes’ sepulchre.
Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead,
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep here shall tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While Fame her record keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
Yon marble minstrel’s voiceless stone,
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanished age hath flown
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter’s blight,
Nor Time’s remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory’s light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
Today is the two hundred and second birthday of one of the greatest presidents in American history, Abraham Lincoln. The man who authored the document that emancipated millions of slaves. The man who, in a little farming town in Penns ylvania, inspired to us to “be here dedicated to the great task before us.” The man who helped to bind up the nation’s wounds with “malice towards none and charity towards all.” Happy birthday Mr. Lincoln!
Well, I’ve been really busy with homework and what not. High school can be trying…just kidding. I thought Iwould put up this thought: Wars are not fought by politicians its by your everyday, run-of-the mill private soldier, your average Joe. The Civil War was not waged in Congress. It was fought on the bloody battledfields of Virginia, Texas, and Tennessee. Colonels not Congressman wage war. Thats just an interesting thing to remember when thinking about the Civil War. Have a great weekend!
During the Civil War there were many sporting events that soldiers watched and betted on. I’m not a betting man but this year I’m gonna say that the Steelers are going to beat the Packers 32-27