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.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
In preparing to write my novel, "Ethan's Peach Tree," I read many diaries of Civil War soldiers. The notes I made were voluminous, and today, while sorting through some of those notes, I came across one that is particularly poignant. I apologize for not being able to tell you whose diary this is taken from:
"...the next day our regiment marched across a part of the battlefield where the fighting had been heavy. The burial details were at work. It was a shock to me, Mother, but the smell of blood and death no longer has an effect on me. It wasn't until a breeze came up and I caught the fragrance of flowers that I began to cry..."
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