“In glades they meet skull after skull

Where pine cones lay-the rusted gun,

Green shoes full of bones, the mouldering coat

And cuddled up skeleton;

And scores of such. Some start as in dreams,

And comrades lost bemoan;

By the edge of those wilds Stonewall had charged-

But the year and the Man were gone.”

~Herman Melville (The Armies of the Wilderness)

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(Photo Credit: Library of Congress)

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