Gettysburg Remembered

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The battle of Gettysburg raged from July 1-3, 1863. Over this three day period, more than 50,000 Union and Confederate casualties occurred.  This battle incurred the largest loss of US life of any war fought since the Revolution.

For those of you who have visited the battlefield, you understand the reverence this hallowed ground holds.  It was the turning point for the Union, the single battle that paved the course for the Country remaining united.

Gettysburg was a moving place for me.  To walk where those men fought was overwhelming.   We spent 3 days hiking the battlefields.  We came home with an armful of books, which I am still reading as I type this post.  To understand the acts of courage from Col. Joshua Chamberlin and the 20th Maine, who were the extreme left flank on this very hilltop and charged the Confederate line when they were out of bullets, from Patrick O’Rourke and the 140th NY who lost his life leading his men in a charge over the hilltop to ensure the higher ground didn’t fall into Confederate hands and to AP Hill who led his confederate soldiers up that hill to gain higher ground, which only resulted in their slaughter.

The question I constantly ask myself is; what drove these men to perform such acts of bravery?  How could they disregard the value of their own lives to protect the higher ground?  These acts fill me with profound awe and admiration, and make me ask myself, could I perform such acts if placed in the same situation?  It’s these very questions that make me grateful there are men and women who are willing to put their lives on the line to protect this great Country.

I could go on longer, but there’s time to remember others in next years post.  As long as we continue this blog, we will post a rememberance yearly.  Sadly, outside of Gettysburg Pa, not much in the way of rememberance of this important battle occurs.  

In tribute this year, I post In Flanders Field, written by Colonel John McCrae in 1915, below

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

It only takes a moment to remember………………………..


  1. We will have those who will perish on our day of independence in far away places that will be accused by those of a lesser integrity of having fought and died for nothing. Who will know a peace that the accusers will never in eternity find, because those who fight for peace understand what they fight for. When they perish they know the righteous posses a cherished place for them. The accusers have a place as well, it is cherished to the extent that a family member is there but otherwise ignored. Our fallen are never forgotten.

    Hark the liberal, Tan what do you mean by saying that in a single civil war battle one side lost 13 and a decimal of a man for every accumulated casualty since McHimpyBushHitlerHaliberton started his oil exploration for profit years ago… it’s just not fair, it’s even less fair that those damned Iraqis are splitting the oil revenues amongst themselves. Those ingrates, who the hell do they think paid for their being “dominated by Al Quaida”.. us liberals and our media!, we expect to be paid back! Get on TV and act like you’re suffering you ingrates or we’ll cut off the military support to spend it upon a “bridge to nowhere” in Alaska or moving perfectly functional railroads. We have a million ways to spend billions, just not on individual freedom, security or defense. Those are wasteful and should be controlled by those who know better in the central government that we prefer to call the CCCP.

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