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Over 51,000 soldiers were killed, wounded or captured making Gettysburg the bloodiest battle of the Civil War.The war lasted another long, bloody year, before it's close at Appomattox Court House, Virginia on April 9, 1865.


I stood upon the hills of the battleground today.

A place where the Blue and Gray fought each other.

I heard hundreds of cannons roar throughout the day.

I heard the cries of the dying as brother fought brother.


In the windy air, I heard the wings of death.

In the fog of the morning, I saw the spirits of those who died.

In the sigh of the wind, I heard their last lingering breath.

Even in the end, they died with a sense of soldierly pride.


They fought to preserve something they felt was worth dying for.

Saying goodbye to families, children and wives,

they trekked out to meet what destiny had in store.

In doing so, they gave up their future and their lives.


I saw statues of men who died in the midst of chaos, strife and cannon smoke.

I heard stories of bravery and acts of kindness in midst of the dark and the light.

I read of tales told over campfires, of lively songs, and here and there a witty joke.

I took pleasure in a now peaceful countryside that once wasn’t so sunny and bright.


The visit to the battleground affected me in a lot of ways.

Funny, I don’t think it was about the loss of lives that struck me so much.

It was the sacrifice that each man who died gave in that smoky haze....

as they walked into certain death, far away from their loved ones touch.



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Reviewed by Lois Christensen
Live 45 minutes away from Gettysburg, always happy to visit and tour it. Like Devils Den best a series of rocks they hid in and fought. Grandkids like to play and climb there. I like to picnic there. Great thoughts written about the men and many were from far away and away from their loved ones. Love civil war novels too mostly about lost and found loves. Am a romanticist at heart. Good poem ***********
Reviewed by Betty Rickard
Excellent and so powerful.. Which, makes this writing...OUTSTANDING!
Be blessed,
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Thought you might like this to encourage you to battle. Bill
The Sound Of The Drum


The cannon are a roaring,
The battle has begun,
I must stand and fight
to protect hill 101,
and though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
(Chorus with drum roll and lead voice
repeated after each stanza)

Drummer boy, play your drum,
Play it loud, play it clear, through the night,
Play it hard, play it strong,
Play it all through the long lonely fight.


My comrades all are falling,
A thousand men have died,
Bombs bursting all around me
make me want to run and hide,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.


My best friend Bill lies dying,
His screams rend the air,
He's calling to his mother
as the tears fill my eyes,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.


The battle keeps a raging,
By a bullet I am struck,
I feel myself a slipping
into the eternal night,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.


For me the guns are silent,
My soul is safe from harm,
And I'll live forever
but I'll never forget,
That though I was afraid
and I didn't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
made me stand my ground with pride.


Repeat Chorus and drum roll
Drum Roll from Crescendo to minuendo
Close with sound of trumpet

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
outstanding write, silver! glad to see you are back; we've missed you so here at the den! love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)
Reviewed by E T Waldron
Outstanding write ...beautifully portrayed, images came through loud and clear!
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Thank you for this--history made so very presently real...
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Hi Charley! Excellent write! Great to read your writings again! Hope you and Mike had a great halloween... (((hugs)))
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
Outstanding write!
I've visited Shiloh,
Walking around the graves,
I could sense the horrors of
war and death
Reviewed by jude forese
well done!
Reviewed by Jack Roberts
A wonderful write!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
oh I am so glad you posted this it is wonderful. AND POWERFUL WRITE.
Will see you in 2003 take care lady and Keep writing.. Happy Halloween

Hugs Peg

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