I guess we were getting use to the bed because our backs didn’t ache as much as yesterday morning. It was Wednesday, May 25th. Again we hit the kitchen to brew the coffee and see what had been left for us to eat for breakfast. We were supplied with milk for the small one person packages of cereals. We also had a bowl of fruit and yogurt. There was bread for toasting and jam. We ate our fill.
I got ready rather quickly and, while Nancy was finishing up, I went out on the front porch to read the book I had started. The weather was cool. Dew was on the grass. Cattle were meandering to the barn 100 yards away. Birds were chirping and I swear that I thought I was going to start singing Zippedity-de- Dooda any minute. It was one of those rare moments in time where God is in his Heaven and everything is right with the world. I could have stayed there all day. But we had the last part of the battlefield to explore.
Nancy was ready and we drove back to Bloody Lane. This road, which goes from the Hagerstown pike to the Boonsboro Pike, allows you to enter the road leading to the Burnside Bridge. We crossed over the Boonsboro Pike and entered the southern part of the battlefield. There were fields on both sides of the one lane park service road heading south. We went up a small hit and at the top were a lot of historical markers. I stopped the car and got out to read one of the markers.
It described Garnett’s Brigade of D. R. Jones’ Division. This brigade was made up of 5 Regiments of Virginia Troops. My boss had ancestors in the 19th Virginia, which was a part of this brigade. They had been mauled badly during the fighting in this area of the battle, but, even though they were shot up, they stayed in the fight. I took pictures of the historical marker and the area to share with my boss.
We proceeded up over the hill and what we saw on the other side was quite a sight.