I still have souvenirs of my visits to Shiloh, Chicamauga and Murfreesboro. It's sad that these grounds will be lost to uban sprawl. How strange would it be to hear these hallowed names reflected in the subdivisions and apartment complexes taking their place? Growing up was great. The bronze statues, old Parrot Cannons sitting single file in the warmth of a summer day. The feel of a thousand souls, young men who had not been more than a few miles from their home, haunting a field of grass and dew. Rows upon rows of headstones with the end dates all the same. My parents use to take us as kids. Dad loved to drive. I still hold on to the curiosities of these days. I replay it over and over hoping I will one day know, knowing I never will.
