Ethan's Peach Tree - A Civil War Blog

 

 

 

 

 

"...Nathan paused to look out over the battlefield.  There were so many wounded along the slope that it looked as if the ground was moving, and their cries sounded like those of the damned suffering their agony in this war-torn landscape that looked like hell without the flames.  A Rebel lurched to his feet, then hobbled away, dragging a broken leg.  Nathan looked down at a dead Union solider.  His mouth was wide open as if he'd died screaming, and among the broken muskets, tufts of hair, pieces of uniform around him, was one of his legs, the torn tendons and muscles looking like the unraveled end of a thick rope.  Nathan looked up, and..."

From Ethan's Peach Tree