I was drawn to three bodies lying outside by the shed. ASG 1 and 2 were concentrating on one body in particular.
ASG 1 licked his face and ASG 2 nudged him with his nose. The man sat up and said, “What’s here now?” He began to love on ASG 1.
Spirit Guide started giving me questions to ask the man. I found out his name was Jack Whinsell, or possibly Whitsell. He was 22 years of age and was with the 31st Pennsylvania Regiment.
His Mom and Dad died when he was young, and he had been taken in by relatives. They had beaten him. So he ran away from home when he was 15 and went to Philadelphia.
In Philadelphia, he had been caught in an apple tree trying to steal apples. I believe the indication was that he was so hungry, he was stealing just to get something to eat. Anyway, the man who caught him was a store owner and took pity on Jack. He took Jack in and ultimately made him a clerk in the store.
Jack never really opened up to anybody. He stayed in his own little shell all his life.
He had joined the army to get away from the boredom and monotony of his life.
Jack hated the march from Washington, DC to the Antietam Battlefield. All the mountains were hard for him to get over. He had not seen any combat until Antietam.
This was his first taste of battle, and he was killed right off. His unit came over a hill in front of a bridge, and he got hit by a Rebel volley as his unit moved to take the bridge.
He really hadn’t liked the army, but he had doffed his hat to General McClellan when he trooped the line.
Jack’s unit had probably gone through Keadysville, MD before heading south toward the bridge which became known as the Burnside Bridge…and Jack’s date with destiny.