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You'll find this blog to be much more than about my work of fiction, Ethan's Peach Tree. There will be excerpts from my novel and from the work of other writers and poets, but the majority of posts will be nonfiction, brief narratives about the people and events that tell the story of the greatest crisis our Republic has ever suffered. I welcome your comments and the exchange of ideas any of my posts inspire. Ethan's Peach Tree is available from amazon.com.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
After the sun went down, and the fighting ended for the day, exhausted soldiers would hear appalling sounds coming from the battlefield as they tried to sleep. Moans and cries of the wounded frightening to hear, frightening because it was unthinkable to believe such sounds could be made by a human. These sounds were far more than mere shouts for help and calls for water. But soldiers wrote in their diaries that a no less harrowing sound heard coming from the battlefield at night was a low hum. This hum was made by wounded men holding back the sound of their suffering by keeping their mouths tightly shut, and by wounded men too weak to give greater sound to their agony.
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Federal dead after the first day of Gettysburg. Photographer, Timothy O'Sullivan, 1840-1882. Library of Congress.
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