He had to carry on the river. There were sorts back then
that would just shoot people, rob them, and leave them
lying in the woods on the river bank. I hope I can only be
even half the man they were; but, I’m just a “Twinkie”
compared with them. - Another great-great grandfather was
a Rebel soldier at Shiloh. When my grandmother was a small
child she asked him if he had killed anybody at Shiloh. He
answered her, “Izora, honestly I don’t know if I killed
anybody at Shiloh; but don’t know how I could have kept
from it because it was such a mess!” - My parents took me
to Shiloh when I was just a child and that Bloody Pond was
still dark, dark, deep blood red from the stained rocks on
the bottom of the pond. It has faded over the years. My dad
was a combat veteran of WWII, N. Africa, Sicily, Italy &
lastly into Germany where his bunch liberated one of the
concentration camps. He stated that there was a line of
dead bodies, piled 10’ high for an eighth of a mile. He
had flashbacks for a long time, into his seventies.
We’ve trod some of the same turf. The mother of my children is a descendant of Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston, who gave his life for the cause at the battle of Pittsburgh Landing.
Shiloh was one of my favorite places as a younger man.