I am wondering this afternoon, as I sit safely in my office, what thoughts ran through my great-grandfather's mind 152 years ago as he looked north across the fields south of Franklin, Tennessee. He was only 17 but was already a combat veteran, having fought at Port Gibson, Champion Hill, the Siege of Vicksburg, and the Atlanta Campaign. He had to have known that someone high up in his chain-of-command was making a terrible mistake.
His regiment, the 20th Alabama Infantry of Pettus' Brigade, actually assaulted after dark, carrying torches to light their way ahead. Probably served to make pretty good targets of themselves as well...
He survived, as did his father and brother.
Just the rambling musings of an old man who thinks he hears musket fire way off in the distance...
His regiment, the 20th Alabama Infantry of Pettus' Brigade, actually assaulted after dark, carrying torches to light their way ahead. Probably served to make pretty good targets of themselves as well...
He survived, as did his father and brother.
Just the rambling musings of an old man who thinks he hears musket fire way off in the distance...
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