Under the Shade of the Trees

The intersection of culture and history

2011-05-15T14:57:00.002-04:00

Before I leave the topic of Stonewall Jackson for a bit, there is one other fascinating bit of related popular culture that really should be mentioned. The folk duo Storyhill, a singer/songwriting duo out of Montana, recently released their newest album, an artful collection titled Shade of the Trees. The title, admittedly a reference to Jackson's last words, is featured on the album in the form of the refrain to the hauntingly beautiful piece Better Angels. This song, itself another reference to famous phrases from the American Civil War, attempts to capture the sadness and futility felt by fighters for the Southern cause.

Folk singer/songwriter duo Storyhill

That Storyhill would choose this theme as a song topic is at first curious when considering the pair's existing body of work: no other pieces by the group exhibit any relation to the war or its effects. Yet when viewed in the larger context of folk culture the song's inclusion suddenly makes perfect sense. Anyone who has read late nineteenth-early twentieth century Southern literature cannot help but see the profound impact the war left on the Southern mind. From Harris to Johnston, from Faulkner to Mitchell, the war is shown to have been an inescapable part of the past to Southerners who left their indelible mark on the culture of the time.

Just as event builds upon event in the great narrative of history, so does culture build upon culture in the narrative of the national story. So-called folk culture exists today as a throwback to days and stories of old, emulating both the style and the message of those storytellers who came before. Storyhill already fits into this archetype by conforming to a simple musical style reminiscent of Appalachian and mountain culture, and has now expanded its role as a modern torch-bearer for the old ways by bending their musical talents toward what is - for lack of a better phrase - Southern Lost Cause mythology.

For example, the phrase "They outnumber, but we're at our best/and willing we stumble into their bullets blessed" evokes images of a gallant and superior Confederate force facing an unfortunately irresistible tide of blue-clad troops (Lost Cause rhetoric hinges largely on the belief that the Confederacy was defeated largely due to the Union's numerical and industrial superiority). The very next line, "Hold the line, stay close to me/Cross over the river and rest in the shade of the trees" is obviously a reference to battle and the death that follows it for some.

Jackson's last words take on a shifting meaning throughout the piece as well. In the first verse, they are used to symbolize a respite before a coming fury; in the second they symbolize a literal rest on the march; in the end they represent, as we have seen, the end of life. Thus it is that Storyhill does not conform itself entirely to Southern or Lost Cause mythology, but rather to the general theme of the war and its after-effects. That the group would choose this topic is, as we have seen, indicative of its strong presence in today's folk and mountain culture. That such a song would rise to popularity (it is among the band's most-uploaded songs on YouTube) shows the power that the war has on our culture today.

History is relevant - it is with us every day in ways both subtle and overt. The resurgence of folk culture in music is likely to remind us more and more of the power of particular aspects of that history including, in this case, the American Civil War. At least, as a bright side, one of the effects of this undeniable influence in popular memory is one more beautiful song.

Song lyrics and a link to a performance of Better Angels is included below.

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Lyrics (transcribed by myself):

Better angels of our nature

Stay awake now, you’re in danger

The coming night is dark indeed

Cross over the river and rest in the shade of the trees

Keep going forward one hundred abreast

The horses are thirsty, they will protest

Tonight we’ll water them in the Tennessee

Cross over the river and rest in the shade of the trees

They outnumber, but we’re at our best

And willing we stumble into their bullets blessed

Hold the line, stay close to me

Cross over the river and rest in the shade of the trees

Better angels of our nature

Stay awake now, you’re in danger

The Cult of Jackson

2011-05-13T16:35:00.004-04:00

One of my former professors at GSU, Clifford Kuhn, brilliantly administered my undergraduate capstone course this past spring. Our topic of study, commemoration, is one that I initially dove into without fully grasping the depth of the theme. I since have learned that one of the most, if not the most, important facet found within the study of the field is the change that the progress of time exerts on a particular commemoration. As historians we study not only a person, place, or thing that is commemorated, but also the temporal and spatial (and, as we will see, personal) context that said commemoration takes place within.

Which leads me to today's post, a brief review of Wallace Hettle's just-released Inventing Stonewall Jackson: A Civil War Hero in History and Memory. I first heard about this book over on Rea Andrew Redd 's fantastic blog and, as a fan of Jackson's, decided to immediately order a copy from Barnes & Noble. It's a quick read, only 148 pages (plus endnotes), and goes to great lengths to explain how today's legend of Stonewall Jackson exists due to the influence of his early biographers. Written as a series of somewhat (though by no means distractingly) unconnected essays, Hettle uses a thorough grasp of the literature to illustrate how the ideals held by both the biographer in question and the public at the time of publication shaped the story that became the Jackson legend. For example, John Esten Cooke, a novelist taken with the "great man" theory of history and a firm believer in the romantic ideals that were popular at the time, wrote his Jackson narrative in a way that would serve those ends; because of this, the now incredibly-popular myths of Jackson's eccentricities in the field have become fodder for Civil War Roundtables across the globe. Not to discount the stories of Jackson's odd habits as untrue, but rather Hettle makes a solid case that the emphasis placed on such oddities is more reflective of the time of publication rather than any historical fact.

Inventing Stonewall Jackson also describes in detail (though not of the overwhelming variety) the basis behind Robert Dabney's focus on Jackson's religiosity, Anna Jackson's defense of her husband's domestic character, the effect that military memoirs and soldiers' stories have on the Jackson legend, Mary Johnston (yes, of those Johnstons) and her anti-Jackson theme in her novel The Long Roll, Alan Tate's hero-worship (and eventual denial) of Jackson, and more recently Ron Maxwell's portrayal of Stonewall in 2003's Gods and Generals. Through it all Hettle does not lose sight of the prevailing theme which illustrates how the year of each successive publication and the personal views of the biographers had as much to do with each books' contents as did any source material. It is truly a revealing study, in both Jackson the man and the art of bibliographical commemoration in general, and I highly recommend it to any who are interested in the topic.

Stephen Lang as Jackson in 2003's Gods and Generals

On a personal note, this reading has also convinced me to reexamine my own personal feelings towards Jackson. I admit, I've always felt a bit of ambivalence regarding the man: I have a framed photograph of him on my wall, but were this the 1860s you could call me a staunch Unionist. His battlefield exploits are indeed a bit of tactical genius, though I've often been asked by others in the living history community what would happened had Jackson ever been pitted against a Grant or a Sherman rather than a McClellan, a Howard, or a Banks. I honestly cannot such an inquiry. I have admired his story for the "regular man" qualities found within, though now I must ask if those are simply John Cooke's ideas thrust into my consciousness. I have admired the upward mobility shown in the story of a farm boy going on to become Lee's right hand, though I must now ask the ghost of Robert Dabney if he is in my head. I have, as many students of military history, found genius in Jackson's campaigns...or is that simply GFR Henderson exerting his influence on this twenty-first century blogger? These are all questions that I cannot help but ponder, and are questions that would not have coalesced firmly into their present form were it not for Hettle's enlightening study. Books such as this are too few and far between, I feel, and both we in the historical community as well as the layman would be better off if more works so unpretentiously forced us to challenge our own prejudices and motivations for believing what we do.

Inventing Stonewall Jackson is published by Louisiana State University Press in Baton Rouge, 2011.

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Teaching myself a lesson

2011-05-11T17:01:00.000-04:00

The deserted fields of Chickamauga

Perhaps one of the most unsettling aspects of my recent sojourn at Chickamauga was the inconsistent quantity and quality of visitor to the park. Having spent my youth and adolescence less than five miles from the rural Pickett's Mill State Park, I'm no stranger to the phenomenon of being the only soul in sight as I walk among the trenches; having grown up virtually in the shadow of Kennesaw Mountain, I am unfortunately well-acquainted with the concept of hallowed ground being primarily used as a dog park.

Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park is the nation's first park that was devoted to the memory of the bloody deeds that are committed on a battlefield. As the day progressed, however, it became apparent that even this field was to suffer the ignominious fate that its southern brethren know so well. Not only was the park seemingly deserted from my arrival (9:00 AM) until 3:00 PM, when I reached the Wilder Brigade Tower, what visitors I did eventually come across apparently could not have cared less that they were standing on consecrated ground. The trio of teenage girls at the top of the Wilder tower were discussing prom; the two Latino children below were swinging from the artillery surrounding the monument as through it were a jungle gym. After 5:00 PM rolled around, when those with desk jobs started making it home, the park became did finally become alive - with joggers, cyclists, and, yes, dog walkers.

The Wilder Brigade Tower at Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park

I'm not going to take it for granted that the park did eventually find itself a hive of activity. I think its fantastic that its on the radar screens of both locals and visitors alike (one of the prom-obsessed girls was apparently visiting from Alabama). But simply going to a place of that magnitude without reason, without understanding, strikes me as insulting to the memories of those who fought and died there. Lytle's Hill is not just an obstacle for you to overcome as you practice for your track meet.

But then, of course, I find myself reassessing my vehemence and pulling up short. In his masterful work Sense of History: The Place of the Past in American Life, David Glassberg writes that memory sites do not exist as unchanging monoliths in a static world. Rather, they change and shift based on the subjective perspective of the person doing the viewing. Perhaps the girls at the Wilder monument do not share the same reverence that I feel when I consider the cultural importance that the battlefield possesses. Perhaps instead, the tower is the site of childhood dreams and family outings. Maybe the joggers don't mind blithely passing by the markers to men and deeds a century and a half past. Or maybe they're locals who spend as much time standing awestruck on the field during the weekends that I spend during the weekdays, and have found a way to both get their exercise and stand on hallowed ground at the same time. I don't know, can never know, and cannot take it for granted that my reverence is somehow superior to that of others. It's a trap that I've fallen into time and time again, and I must learn to suppress the instinct. The personal peace I find on a battle site is just that: personal. I cannot expect it to be a universal constant.

Maybe those girls only care that they can see for miles from the top of the monument. Maybe they don't. It's not my place, or anyone else's, to judge their reason for being at Chickamauga. It only matters that they were there, and in doing so contributed their own bit of memory to the collective identity that the park now reflects. An active park that has found itself transformed into a family and community center beats an empty park any day of the week. And besides, the men who fought at Chickamauga did so for the right to do as one pleases. If today's citizens choose to use that freedom to spend a day at a lovely park, historical awareness aside, then perhaps their presence there is only fitting.

Image Sources: http://www.waymarking.com, http://www.examiner.com

Visiting the River of Death

2011-05-10T11:14:00.012-04:00

Yesterday I was fortunate enough to find myself with a day off from work. Therefore, I did what anybody who knows me can naturally assume I would do: drive north 90 miles to Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park.

Alexander's Bridge Road entrance to the park, taken on an earlier visit

This was not my first visit to the nation's first battlefield park, though it was by far my most extensive tour of the field. Usually a trip to Fort Oglethorpe (the sleepy town that the battlefield calls home) entails a day spent whisking from site to site in the car, stopping only at particular points of interest that call for a feet-on-the-ground survey. I decided that yesterday would be different. And it was, thanks largely to this wonderful title:

This book, part of a (so far) three-title series takes the battle's actions and breaks them down chronologically and by specific section of the battlefield. Each turn of the page brings a detailed synopsis of the events in question on the left side, while the entire right page is a beautifully detailed close-up map of the described phase of the battle.

Also, in an easy-to-overlook detail, each map is of the same scale and orientation of its brethren, making it easier than ever to follow a battle. This is a simple detail, but one that - even by itself - makes this series stand out from the rest.

Armed with this book, I set out on what would be a fourteen-mile hike: From the visitor center to Alexander's Bridge Road; thence to one of the park's trails that eventually brought me down to the Brotherton Road; following that, I moved to the Brotherton Farm and south to a park trail in the vicinity of the Viniard Field action; recrossing the Lafayette Road, I moved into the brush to scout Confederate positions on the afternoon of 19 September before returning to the Lafayette Road via the Viniard-Alexander Road; moving then through the Brock Field to the Wilder monument, I then moved north over Lytle Hill and South Dyer Field before finally crossing the Vittetoe Farm and finding myself atop Horseshoe Ridge and Snodgrass Hill; from there it was an easy hike back to the Lafayette Road and thence south to Poe Field; finally I turned north one last time to follow Battleline Road around Kelly Field and back to the visitor center. The above is a combination of the park's "Historical" trail and it's "Confederate Line" trail, and was customized by myself in order to gain a thorough grasp of the battle's progression.

Without Powell's atlas, I would never have been able to stand in Winfrey Field and see Cleburne's night attack. I would not have been able to stand at the Heg monument and watch Hood's troops go into the ditch beyond and be flanked by Lilly's battery and Wilder's brigade. I can claim that with authority since yesterday marked what is probably my tenth visit to the field, and such understanding has always eluded me. The yesterday's battlefield romp has demystified what has always been a confused and chaotic affair, and I cannot recommended this indispensable title enough to any student of the battle.

More to come.

Image sources: personal collection, http://www.amazon.com

Well, its been a while

2011-05-08T21:34:00.003-04:00

...two years later.

I'd honestly forgotten that I had this blog. Well, mostly forgotten, anyhow.

Where to begin, what to say? At long last I have completed my B.A. from Georgia State. I guess I'm officially allowed to talk about history now. That's a load off my back, for I was very concerned.

The current economic climate has forced me to scale back me participation in reenactments and living histories to a nearly nonexistent level. When employers consistently express their right to fire you (and willingness to do so with the current tsunami of job-seekers), one doesn't ask for time off to spend a weekend burning powder like its 1864. I am hot on the trail of a potential spot at the Atlanta History Center however, so stay posted regarding that.

My undergraduate history thesis at GSU was a study in non-traditional commemoration in the state of Delaware; it seems that a monument to thousands of previously unrecognized Delaware Confederates has been erected by a local branch of the SCV. After traveling to the state, I spent 5 days conducting oral history interviews with the major players in the monument movement, as well as various town officials and members of the historical society. It was a truly fascinating project and one that I hope to expand upon over time. I'm sure that I will divulge more of that study's findings here in the near future.

Tomorrow will find me 100 miles north of here, just south of the town of Fort Oglethorpe, GA. I'll be spending the morning and most of the afternoon tramping around Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park: there is a fourteen-mile trail route that I've mapped out (combining the park's "Historical" and "Confederate Line" trails). Also making its debut tomorrow is David Powell's The Maps of Chickamauga. This marvelous-looking series published by Savas Beatie also includes The Maps of Gettysburg and The Maps of First Bull Run. I'll admit to having not yet had much field use yet for the 1st Manassas title, but the Gettysburg edition has served me at that field splendidly before. I'm looking forward to increasing the series' reputation in my mind with tomorrow's sojourn. I'll let you know how it goes.

Finally, this summer (likely the only summer between now and the beginning of next spring's grad school programs at GSU) will see me diving into new books like I haven't been able to in years. Look for wish lists, book reviews, and maybe a little writing of my own. Currently on my nightstand: Wallace Hettle's Inventing Stonewall Jackson. I'm about halfway through right now, and this remarkably easy read has so far done a great job of showing how Jackson's early biographers created the apocryphal legends that we so cavalierly take today as fact. It makes me feel rather silly, actually, for being one of the masses to have left a lemon at Jackson's grave, but at the same time it at least reminds me that in following the legend, I have left my mark on an historical phenomenon in and of itself. The cult of Stonewall is alive and well here in the South.

Hopefully, the same can be said of this blog. I'll be writing again soon. Take care, friends.

Gettysburg: The Program That Changed the Battle

2009-05-01T14:59:00.003-04:00

I finally got around to watching the Military Channel's special "Gettysburg: The Battle that Changed America".

Needless to say, the two weeks of anticipation I felt leading up to this were sorely mispent. I've seen inaccurate history documentaries; in this day and age, receiving a truly accurate lesson in history is a rare thing. But this is one of the more blatant episodes of historical revisionism I've ever seen. Not only were facts misrepresented, but the makers of this show saw fit to simply create events that never happened.

I could rant for paragraphs on end, but in my internet quest to find those of like mind, I stumbled upon a thoroughly incensed writer who seems to agree with me point for point. Thus, I'll save myself the time, effort, and negative energy, and simply post that here.

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"Gettysburg - The Battle That Changed America"

Just got done watching it. "The Program That Changed the Battle" might
have been a better title.

This was one of those shows you watch not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
If I had to come up with a short description, the words "horrifyingly
awful" come to mind. Or may, just plain sad. Not to mention, all too
predictable.

I counted at least one howler every three to five minutes. There were
probably more, but I started to loose count. Just as a sample of some of
the ones I can remember::

1. The battle starts when Union infantry comes running around a bend in
the road and start shooting up Confederate troops sitting by the roadside,
writing letters to Mother and talking about how they need those shoes in
town.

2. News of the battle is delivered to Meade by a Brigadier General (didn't
say which one), who immediately asks him "Do you want to fall back toward
Washington?"

3. Lee learns of the battle while he's eight miles away. First thing he
does is pull out his binoculars and start looking that way.

4. The second day consisted of the Confederate attack on Culp's Hill,
followed by the Confederate attack on Little Round Top.

5. By the end of the fighting on the second day, there were 25,000 dead.

6. The next day, Meade pointed to the Copse of Trees, and said that's
where the attack would be.

7. Stuart's mission on the third day was to ride into the rear of the
Union line on Cemetery Ridge, at the same time Pickett's Charge hit it
from the front. The two big arrows on the diagram showing how this was
supposed to take place meet perfectly, right by the Copse of Trees.

8. Custer and a small band of Michigan cavalry (or words to that effect)
are patrolling off the Union flank, and spot Stuart's column riding down
the road toward the Union rear.

9. Custer shouts "Come on, you Wolverines!", and they go charging into
the front of Stuart's column, which gets backed up along the road like a
train (or words to that effect), after which Stuart retreats. Computer
graphics show exactly how it happened. Them poor rebels never stood a
change, all stacked up on the road like that.

(This nonsense in numbers 7, 8, and 9, BTW, is straight from the Tom
Carhart playbook, not surprising since Tom Carhart himself is there to
explain it all in person.)

10. Lee personally orders the cannonade to start, while, in fact, the
fighting at Culp's Hill is still going strong.

11. Wesley Culp is killed on Culp's hill.

12. The Union troops on Cemetery Ridge all flee in a panic when Pickett's
men break through.

13. The Confederates are forced to retreat when Stuart doesn't show up,
like the diagram referred to in # 7 says he was supposed to. Thanks again
Tom. Also for pointing out that Meade was scared during the entire
battle.

14. Despite 25,000 men being dead by the end of the second day, by the
end of the third day the death toll is down to 10,000. Maybe the other
15,000 got better.

The program itself was built around what might for lack of a better term
be called "reenactor based dramatization", which I've become convinced is
a very mixed blessing. Good, in that people show up in realistic looking
uniforms, with proper weapons and equipment. Bad, in that too many of
them are middle aged, overweight, and have gray hair. But I suppose they
work cheap. This is supplemented by computer annimation, of such things
as Cuters's patrolling band waylaying Stuart's maurauding column along
that road to the Union rear - it's just shocking how old Jeb let himself
be surprised out in the open like that - and Picket's troops breaking
through and driving off the panic stricken Yankees.

There was one special effect that was worth the price of admission all by
itself, though. Some poor Reb is standing there on Culp's Hill on the
morning of July 3, chatting with the soon to be dearly departed Wesley
while they get ready to storm the hill again. Which shouldn't have been
too much of a chore, since as I recall from Carhart's book (it got left
out of the program somehow, maybe he didn't have time to explain that part
of the plan), part of Stuart's job was to drop off some men to help
capture the hill while he was on the way to help Pickett. Since they
would have had "Enfield rifles with sword bayonets", it would have bene
practically a done deal. But anyway, they're just standing there BS'ing
with each other, just minding there own business, when the Union artillery
opens up and blows poor Wesley's friend away. And I mean, literally! Damm
shell comes flying in looking like one of those special effects meteors
from "Deep Impact" or "Armageddon" that take out the Chrysler Building,
or half of Paris, catches the guy right about in
the belt buckle, and he's just [i]gone[/i]. Looked like he was standing
in front of an 18" shell from the Yamato or something. All they needed to
really do it up right was to have just his shoes sitting there, with some
wisps of smoke coming out of them.

Frank Haskell was featured in the program, with a number of "quotations"
from his account of the battle. I say "quotations", because the program
writers alter and embellish what he wrote, when and where needed, to fit
the plot.

All in all, about as poor, and unfortunately, about as typical, as
anything I've seen lately.

The frightening part is, this sort of thing makes you wonder how much
mis-information and nonsense you're being fed, without even realizing it,
when the program is about a battle or event you may not have as much
personal knowledge of.

~Jim Cameron

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Well said, Jim. As for you, Military Channel...for shame.

ps - Did I mention that despite the abundance of reenactors and living historians featured in the show, President Lincoln was represented by CGI. Awful CGI at that. Why, oh why?

Back In The Saddle Again

2009-04-08T15:28:00.005-04:00

It's been a month now since my last post. Sorry about that, folks. Louisiana came and went, and nearly took my life while I was at it: if you ever hear that hypothermia wasn't a killer in the war, you can call the offender out on their ignorance.

But I've recovered nicely and am prepping for my next authentic foray, off to participate in the Race to Knoxville in two weeks. After holding off Longstreet in East Tennessee the campaign season will start up in earnest, beginning with the national-sized Battle of Resaca a few weeks after that. This summer looks to be a good one for the hobby here in Georgia, as it's the 145th aniversary of the Atlanta Campaign. This will culminate with Bummers this November, as we trek across Georgia on the March to the Sea. That, combined with an authentic living history Marvin Greer and I are planning on hosting in Jonesboro, makes this a very promising year.

As far as battlefield studies, I've pre-ordered J. David Petruzzi's very exciting new Complete Gettysburg Guide (Savas Beatie, 2009), and also have Ezra Carmen's edited and compiled works on the Battle of Antietam on the way. Every review I've read on this work speaks of an indispensible volume for anyone studying that pivotal engagement, and since I plan on making Sharpsburg, MD a destination at least once this year, something tells me that this will be an invaluable asset.

Finally, the Military Channel is airing two specials on Gettysburg, this Friday, April 10: The Battle That Saved America and The Speech That Saved America, at 9:00 and 10:00 pm EST, respectively. This happens concurrantly with Patton 360, the History Channel's much-anticipated follow up to last year's Battle 360. 9:00 pm on Friday looks to be a busy evening for those of you with Tivos or DVRs. As for me...I'll be catching re-runs next week, as an old friend is coming into town for that evening, and I would be remiss in my manners were I to blow that off for (albeit fascinating) television specials.

I hope this finds you in as good spirits as this day has found me. All the best, friends.

The Heart of Secession

2009-03-08T20:46:00.004-04:00

Well then, I'm off into the piney woods.

First Impressions

2009-02-17T16:42:00.007-05:00

This weekend saw the 145th Anniversary of the Battle of Olustee, Florida. (An AAR of Saturday's tactical will be following shortly.) The time was spent largely with a contingent of the Southeastern Coalition of Authentic Reenactors (SCAR) known as the Salt River Rifles. I've followed the movements of the SRR and SCAR for some time now, and it was a pleasure to finally get to meet the members of these elite groups in person.

Apparently I made a good impression on them as well, for I've been invited by their commanding officer to join their ranks, effective immediately. This doesn't interfere with my primary unit affiliation, Company A of the 104th Illinois Volunteer Infantry, but rather provides an outlet for authentic reenacting to supplement the mainstream/progressive actions of my band of brothers from the Land of Lincoln.

I think I've got a good impression in mind for these groups, as well: a Southern Unionist, who has left his home and love upon the outbreak of hostilities to fight for preservation of the union. I'd like to get a thorough first-person portrayal for this one going soon.

I know, I'm a dork for the hobby, but if you're reading this blog, you probably have some interest in it as well.

There's a yellow rose in Georgia
That I am gonna see
No other soldier knows her
No soldier only me
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart
And if I ever find her
We never more will part

She's the sweetest little rosebud
This soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
You can talk about your dearest June
And sing of Natalie
But the yellow rose of Georgia beats the belles of Missouri

Oh the Chattahoochee's flowing
And the starry skies are bright
She walks along the river
In the quiet summer night
I know that she remembers
When we parted long ago
I promised to come back again
And not to leave her so

She's the sweetest little rosebud
This soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
You can talk about your dearest June
And sing of Natalie
But the yellow rose of Georgia beats the belles of Missouri

Well my feet are shod and ready
And my heart is full of light
I'm going back to Georgia
To give the Rebs a fight
You may talk about your McClellan
And sing of General Meade
But Uncle Billy Sherman's gonna show you can't secede

She's the sweetest little rosebud
This soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
You can talk about your dearest June
And sing of Natalie
But the yellow rose of Georgia beats the belles of Missouri

The Battle Cry of Freedom

2009-02-09T12:23:00.002-05:00

No, I'm not talking about James McPherson's masterful work (though, if you really wanted me to, I wouldn't mind doing that at all). No, I'm talking about the song, that glorious marching song used by both armies during the war. I've been around reenactors a while, and I always noticed that whoever is singing it, the lyrics are always slightly different. So, enter the Google.

Turns out there are many "official" versions (if you believe the Internet) of the song. Most have some common theme - usually the chorus - though I've found one or two that are vastly different.

So, using a mental Venn diagram of the whole combined works, I've put together this rather long composite of all the versions I've found of the Federal version of the song. It's a lot to remember, but it shouldn't be impossible - anyone who's recalled all the words to "Marching on to Richmond" while slogging their way through dense underbrush or tramping along country lanes should have no problem with the new words to a familiar melody.

Or maybe you all knew this already, and I'm just preaching to the choir. Either way...here ya go.

Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
We will rally from the hillside
We'll gather from the plains,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

We are springing to the call
of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And we'll fill the vacant ranks
With a million free men more,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

We will welcome to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And although they may be poor
Not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

We are marching to the field, boys, we’re going to the fight
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And we bear the glorious stars for the Union and the right
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

We will raise the rebel host, boys, with fearless heart and true
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And we’ll show what Uncle Sam has for loyal boys to do
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

If we fall amid the fray, boys, we’ll face them to the last
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And our comrades brave shall hear us as they go rushing past
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

Yes, for liberty and union we’re springing to the fight
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And the victory shall be ours for we’re rising in our might
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

One day, hopefully soon, I'll put up a similar composition for the Confederate version of the song. Until then, my secesh friends will have to wait it out, or sing to the tune of the Union.

Ghosts of Shiloh

2009-01-24T12:38:00.009-05:00

Jim Butler of the Salt River Rifles recently put out a request for any neutral-voiced individuals who wished to try their hand at narrating some voice-overs on a documentary covering the April 1862 Battle of Shiloh (alternatively the Battle of Pittsburg Landing, Tennessee). Well, I've been told a more than a few times that I should be some sort of voice actor, so I decided to give it a shot.

After emailing Jim, he asked me to record and send him this quote from the 11th Iowa:

“The calm was first broken by the sound of gunshots far in the distance. Soon began the "blood curdling sounds", so one soldier thought, of the "long roll." In a little while several cannon shots passed over the camps, followed by others that plowed up the ground and tore through the tents. Trees were splintered nearby, and a shell struck a horse in the hind leg, mangling it's hoof.”

This done, I sent it on it's way, expecting nothing. However, lo and behold, my audition was successful, and I've now somehow netted myself a credited job on this documentary, and likely others in the future.

Next, I've got to take care of some quotes from both the 8th Illinois, as well as from General John McClernand. And I have to admit, this is kinda exciting.

During the Battle of Shiloh, April 6 & 7, 1862, four cobbled-together Confederate corps (designated the Army of Mississippi) launched a dawn attack on General Ulysses S. Grant's unprepared Army of the Tennessee. The attack succeeded to great effect throughout April 6, despite considerable confusion on the part of the southern commanders. This confusion was compounded, no doubt, by the death of Albert Sidney Johnston before the Confederate victory could be fully exploited.

The Federals rallied, finally holding their ground even as their backs were pressed against the Tennessee River. During the night, a reinforcement army under General God Carlos Buell arrived, replenishing the ranks with fresh troops. This infusing of new blood allowed for an early morning Federal counterattack that reclaimed the ground lost the day before to the Confederates.

During the battle, General John McClernand commanded a division under Grant that was attacked by Leonidas Polk's corps; of note is Polk's order of battle in this assault - he commanded a division led by Benjamin Cheatham. Cheatham, like Patrick Cleburne, was one of the south's most tenacious commanders, and it is of little doubt that this fiery subordinate did a great deal to push McClernand's division back toward Pittsburg Landing.

Confederate General Benjamin Cheatham would become known as one of the South's greatest fighters

At the landing, McClernand held the center of the newly established defensive line - a line that existed, some would argue, solely due to the delaying, sacrificial stand made by Benjamin Prentiss' division at a spot later known as the Hornet's Nest for the ferocity of the fire there. Prentiss aside, the new line held until the next morning, when the counterattack began and secured a victory for the Union.

In the coming months, Union General John A. McClernand would become one of Grant's greatest rivals as he strove to eclipse the latter's rise to glory

Shiloh is most known for its statistics and its repercussions. The battle - the first truly pitched fight of the war, and one fought entirely by green troops - resulted in more casualties than the War of Independence, the War of 1812, and the Mexican War combined: 23,746 men fell killed, wounded, or captured in the two day engagement. The battle also cemented the close relationship Grant would have with his subordinate William T. Sherman for the rest of the war. Despite the terrible attack that April morning, both men kept their heads and, together, planned the defensive stand and counterattack that would finally repel the Confederate army.

Though the Union prevailed at Shiloh, the initial unpreparedness that characterized the Army of the Tennessee led to calls for Grant's removal from command. After facing so many setbacks in the East, however, President Abraham Lincoln famously replied to the detractors, "I can't spare this man. He fights."

And fight he did.

January 21, 1824

2009-01-22T00:46:00.001-05:00

Um...

2009-01-20T12:43:00.003-05:00

"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States."
~Constitution of the United States, Article II, Section I

"I do solemnly swear that I will execute the office of President of the United States faithfully, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States [so help me God]."

~President Barack H. Obama (and Chief Justice John Roberts), 1/20/09

Why does part of me feel that this could be a problem?

Remember the Good, the Bad, and the inaccurate

2009-01-18T14:57:00.004-05:00

This Sunday has ranked alright as far as Sundays go. After sleeping in a bit (too long), I turn to AMC and find that 2004's The Alamo is on.

What a piece of work. Sure, there is the usual Hollywood dramatizing that plagues all historical films (while poignantly beautiful, I'm disinclined to believe that Crockett's fiddle harmonized so well with Santa Anna's army band), but nevertheless the controllable minutiae of 1836 soldiering seems to have been captured quite well. The weapons and clothing is authentic (a bare minimum), and the characters not only speak the vernacular (a definite plus), but also go so far as to appear to have even forgone showering to further portray accurate, day-to-day life in the era (a five-star commitment to authenticity). This film is a thoroughly enjoyable romp through the Texan War of Independence, and for those who prefer not to scrimp on the details, it's sure to please as well. Pay extra attention to Dennis Quaid's role as Sam Houston: if that's not Houston, I don't know what is.

After The Alamo came Sergio Leone's classic The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Having never seen this, I decided to leave the classic western on. It's still on, actually (Eastwood is in a whole mess of trouble in the New Mexico desert). But that's not the point. A short while ago there was a good bit of talk and show regarding Sibley's New Mexico campaign of 1862. Canby is also referenced frequently.

I have never seen such a poor showing of reenactor quality as was just displayed in this film. Granted, reenacting was just blossoming into a hobby when this film was made (1966), but still, I can almost see the zippers on the Confederate sergeant's trousers. The dialogue is nearly as atrocious ("Carson? He's with the 3rd." The 3rd? the 3rd what?), and the props are the very definition of farby (If there wasn't a Reb private with a tin, flask-shaped canteen over his soldier, I'm goin' to hell).

Sure, Leone touches on the harsh New Mexico climate that characterized the Confederate retreat, "Sibley's retreating this way...and Canby's line is moving this way...but neither side will go in here [indicating the desert]". But that's pretty much where this historical accuracy ends.

Like I said, the film's still playing, so perhaps things will improve. If I happen to notice, I'll let you know.

(EDIT: "Down with General Grant! Hurrah for General Lee!"...in early 1862 Grant was securing the Tennessee and Cumberland Rivers, and Lee was advising Jeff Davis prior to taking command of the Army of Northern Virginia. OK, that's awful.)

Next up, a discussion on why Tom Cruise's character in The Last Samurai is introduced as "the hero of Gettysburg" while "The Bonnie Blue Flag" plays...ugh.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends...

2009-01-13T00:06:00.004-05:00

Some background information...

Three weeks ago, I was let go from my position at Circuit City. It was a great job; the hours were good, the pay was phenomenal, and I worked side by side with some of the best folks ever to walk on this green earth. But all good things must come to an end, as 2008 wound to a close my store finally closed its doors.

Since then I've learned firsthand of the dearth of jobs there out there. One application after another is met with a cordial - yet obviously uninterested - nod, or with the news that despite the "now hiring" signs, the company is downsizing (thus beginning a hiring freeze).

Even my old staples here in Atlanta are bearing the brunt of this economic crisis. Keith Lauer, a friend of mine and an ardent supporter of living history events sponsored by the 104th Illinois, was recently placed on furlough from his position as Superintendent of the Atlanta Cyclorama. No place is safe, no field is ensuring job growth at this time.

Yet, on a pure whim, I checked the official job site for the United States Federal Government. And, lo and behold...there's a single spot open with the National Park Service here in Atlanta, as a Museum Guide at the Martin Luther King National Historic Site. Granted, MLK isn't my particular focus of study, but there's on-the-nob training...and also, the civil rights movement got its start with the abolition movement, and I'm pretty sure I can say a thing or two about that. Also, it's a foot in the door with an organization I wouldn't mind transferring within at all, so theres a plus thats not to be discounted.

So I updated my resume on the site and filled out the application. I have to admit...I feel like I have a strong set of documents on my side with those two. The questionnaire (the entirety of the application) consisted of questions regarding previous guiding, educating, and speaking of historical subjects to non-informed groups.

That's kinda what I do.

I'm not going to think about it, or assume that things are solid. But I'll be damned if I'm not going to follow up with this. In the two years I've investigated jobs with the NPS, this is the closet I've come to realistically getting one.

Expect future updates on the topic, for better or for worse.

...far beyond our poor power to add or detract

2009-01-12T17:53:00.000-05:00

"In great deeds, something abides. On great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear; but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls. And reverent men and women from afar, and generations that know us not and that we know not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were suffered and done for them, shall come to this deathless field, to ponder and dream; and lo! the shadow of a mighty presence shall wrap them in its bosom, and the power of the vision pass into their souls."

~Major General Joshua L. Chamberlain
October 3, 1888
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

Now that's what I call fitting

2009-01-11T18:22:00.000-05:00

Rummaging through other blogs, I came across this fun little quiz. The result?

You Scored as Stonewall Jackson
Considered perhaps the greatest general of the war, you're a hero to your people and the scourge of the enemy. You might want to avoid reconnaissance, at least until the invention of night-vision goggles.

Stonewall Jackson: 70%
Robert E. Lee: 70%
General Nathan Bedford Forrest: 65%
William T. Sherman: 60%
General George McClellan: 60%
General James Longstreet: 55%
U.S. Grant: 50%
General Phillip Sheridan: 45%
General Ambrose Burnside: 45%
General J.E.B. Stuart: 35%

Happy day. :-)

Only we can stop this

2009-01-11T15:33:00.000-05:00

Many other blog readers will by now already be aware of the recent vandalism at Gettysburg National Military Park. I'll avoid rehashing the same protests in the name of brevity and simply ask what we, as historians, are attempting to do to curb this blatant disrespect toward the sites we cherish.

71 years ago, President Franklin Roosevelt lit the Eternal Light Peace Memorial to celebrate "Peace Eternal in a Nation United". Now, almost two weeks ago, vandals and thugs have seen it as their sacred duty to exercise their free speech in a crude, immature, and hateful way so that others may suffer the lack of this important piece of history until restoration efforts can begin when the weather warms.

The monument was unguarded, apparently, long enough for whoever did this to complete their task. And even then, it was not checked on by anyone who cared about enough to report the damage until nearly a full day after the vandalism took place.

There are daylight-only rules at the park for a reason: to prevent this kind of act from happening. But what is the threat but an empty one if there is to be no possibility of capture for those who see fit to impose their selfish will on others? I will admit to having lost track of time last December when visiting the southern end of the field one night; I found myself atop Houck's Ridge after the sun had set. Standing there, in the inky black silence, I was quite aware of the rule against nighttime visitation yet I also knew why the rule had been imposed. If I had had the urge to topple Smith's guns into Triangular Field, I easily could have. If I'd wanted to deface or destroy the Sharpshooter's Den, I could have. If I'd wanted to set the Wheatfield ablaze, I could have. There was no one, not a soul, around. Just me and the ghosts.

Luckily for the park, I'm one of those individuals who appreciates, honors, and cherishes our history. Reader, I'm certain that you are too. But what if I wasn't?

We have to take it upon ourselves to not only educate the public about our mutual past, but ensure that that past remains available for all to see and appreciate. We need to accept that the money is never going to be there for everything to get accomplished, and that we must shoulder the burden ourselves.

Another blogger writing about this topic mentioned the idea of authorized citizen patrols that volunteer their time to walk the grounds at night. Even leaving Gettysburg locals out of the equation, there are surely several hundred of us out there who would offer up a week of our time to guarantee the safety of a given portion of the field. 7 days in a week, 52 weeks in a year...the math isn't impossible. And I for one would jump at the chance to walk the field in an environment empty of obnoxious tourists and rowdy children who think that climbing on the guns of Cushing's Battery is a good idea.

Or please, if you have other ideas, let them be known! But this defilement of our past simply must be stopped.

We've lost the opportunity to stand at the Peace Light and look out over the First Day field without feeling the stinging burn of obscenities etching their hateful intent into our backs, at least for a little while.

What will we lose next?

They say one should make goals...

2009-01-07T13:05:00.000-05:00

So then...whats the plan?

The obvious first step is to determine what I'm going to have to read and study before December 2010. That may seem like a long time away, but here, in January 2009, I can already see it coming.

Clyde Bell of the National Park Service has provided an exhaustive list of recommended readings for those desiring a chance at becoming a Licensed Battlefield Guide. To be fair and realistic, I have to take into consideration the fact that I'm both a full-time student at Georgia State and am pursuing full-time employment outside of school. Therefore, to burden myself with a nigh-impossible list of duties would be counterproductive. Instead, I'm going to triage the learnings with what I think I need more as opposed to that which I'm already comfortable with. With that in mind, I present my reading list (in alphabetical order by author's last name):

Gettysburg
Busey, John W & Martin, David S: Regimental Strengths and Losses at Gettysburg
Busey, John W: These Honored Dead: The Union Casualties at Gettysburg
Coco, Gregory A: A Strange and Blighted Land: The Aftermath of Battle
Coco, Gregory A: A Vast Sea of Misery: A History and Guide to the Union and Confederate Field Hospitals at Gettysburg
Coco, Gregory A: Gettysburg Confederate Dead
Dicorfano, Ken: They Saved The Union At Little Round Top: Gettysburg July 2, 1863
Frampton, Roy: Lincoln and the Human Interest Stories of the Gettysburg National Cemetery
Freeman, Douglas S.: Lee’s Lieutenants, Volume III
Gallagher, Gary (ed.): The First Day at Gettysburg: Essays on Confederate and Union Leadership
Gallagher, Gary (ed.): The Second Day at Gettysburg: Essays on Confederate and Union Leadership
Gallagher, Gary (ed.): The Third Day at Gettysburg: Gettysburg and Beyond
Gottfried, Bradlley: Brigades of Gettysburg
Hartwig, D. Scott & Ann Marie: Gettysburg: The Complete Pictorial of Battlefield Monuments
Hawthorne, Frederick W: Gettysburg: Stories of Men and Monuments
Longacre, Edward G.: The Cavalry at Gettysburg
Patterson, Gerald A.: Debris of Battle: The Wounded of Gettysburg
Pfanz, Harry W.: Gettysburg: The First Day
Pfanz, Harry W.: Gettysburg: The Second Day (re-read)
Pfanz, Harry W.: Gettysburg: Culp's Hill and Cemetery Hill (re-read)
Stewart, George: Pickett’s Charge: A Micro History of the Final Attack At Gettysburg July 3, 1863

General War Knowledge
Catton, Bruce : Mr. Lincoln's Army
Catton, Bruce: Glory Road
Catton, Bruce: A Stillness at Appomattox
Warner, Ezra J.: Generals in Blue
Warner, Ezra J.: Generals in Gray
Wiley, Bell I.: The Life of Billy Yank
Wiley, Bell I.: The Life of Johnny Reb

Memoirs
Berekely, Henry L.: Four Years in the Confederate Army (W.H. Runge. ed)
Carter, Robert G.: Four Brothers in Blue
Casler, John O.: Four Years in the Stonewall Brigade (J.I. Robertson, Jr., ed)
Chamberlain, Joshua L.: The Passing of the Armies
Douglas, Henry Kidd: I Rode with Stonewall
Fletcher, William A.: Rebel Private: Front and Rear (Bell I. Wiley, ed)
Gordon, John T.: Reminiscences of the Civil War
Haley, John W.: The Rebel Yell and The Yankee Hurrah (R.L. Silliker, ed)
Livermore, Thomas L.: Days and Events
Stearns, Austin C.: Three Years with Company K (R.L. Silliker, ed)
Wainwright, Charles: A Dairy of Battle (Allan Nevins, ed.)
Watkins, Sam: Company Aytch: Or, A Side Show of the Big Show

So....as you can see, I have my work cut out for me. I'm not sure what order I'll be working on these, but I know my critical points of improvement are monument and portrait identification; thus I plan to work on those two the longest.

Also, I'll be making at least two sojourns to Gettysburg this year, hopefully in the spring and summer. The much-anticipated full battlefield hike will take place then. On a side note, perhaps I can revisit the Antietam battlefield while I'm in the area.

As I complete this reading list I'll also be posting a review and summary of the work both as a reference and to stretch my mental muscles.

As a final note, don't expect this blog to be solely a progress report on one man's quest to become a Licensed Battlefield Guide. No, it will also be used to report and share general history knowledge and findings with any readers whose eyes peruse these pages. I am a man of many interests, though...I plan on posting a plethora of political articles as well as discussions of current events, and even - perhaps - the occasional personal diatribe. Don't expect too many of those, though: this isn't Xanga.com.

Well then...on that note, I'm obliged to call this post complete. Safe travels.

A Beginning

2009-01-05T22:56:00.000-05:00

Tonight, the United States Postal Service brought me the results of my attempt to become a Licensed Battlefield Guide at Gettysburg National Military Park. It was a good try: for sixteen months naught but discourses on that singular event in American history crossed my desk. I went over the recommended reading list, I pored over flashcards and battle maps, I immersed myself in Steven Recker's Virtual Gettysburg. Three times this past year I have made the trek from Georgia to Pennsylvania to see the ground that our forebears fought - and died - for .

And after all that, it all came down to tonight's letter.

No, I didn't get it: in fact, I fell far short of the goal I'd set for myself. Granted, I didn't expect to be issued a pass to wear the hallowed blue blazer, but I did expect to come closer to the mark than I did.

Where did I go wrong? I honestly don't know. I have the option to review my answers against the score sheet, but that would require another expensive trip to Pennsylvania. I fully intend to call the park to see if I have other options. I'll let you know.

So where do I go from here? Should I desire, I can have another go at the test in 2010. Or I can lick my wounds and, like Lee on July 5, retreat from the scene of the defeat.

Prior to being elected to this nation's highest office (twice), Abraham Lincoln was defeated in seven different electoral contests, in addition to losing his job, his sweetheart, and at one point, his sanity. And yet he persevered through the years to attain his ultimate goal at last - and not a moment too soon.

If he can face the odds he did and come out on top...well then, who's to say I can't try too?
(We're just going to disregard that whole "assassination" thing for a moment here...)

My next go at the test is in two years. I'll be posting the list of what I've got to get under my belt by then in a short while. If you stumble upon this blog, feel free to add what you will.

On May 10, 1863, at 3:15 PM, Thomas Jonathan 'Stonewall" Jackson passed from this world to the next. Though his last hours were filled with myriad utterances and orders to men who were not there, the final moment of his life was revealed with simple stark clarity to be one of peace and beauty: as his eyes became focused and his breathing steadied, he calmly ordered "Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees."

Those were his last words.

This is my blog.