Military

Snodgrass Hill - Chickamauga

by Steve Parrish

The dead and wounded lay in heaps, literally piled upon each other…

Many of the soldiers from our area fought with the 60th Alabama Infantry Regiment during the Civil War. Through the toils of war, they suffered greatly, and perhaps one of their most daunting task was in north Georgia near the Chickamauga Creek in November 1863. There, along with some other Alabama regiments, they lost many of their numbers trying to capture a Yankee stronghold known as Snodgrass Hill.

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General Longstreet's Battle

by Steve Parrish

Immediately before the Civil War began many of the general officers who were to ride into history were on active duty in the United States military service. I havediscovered that there are some interesting stories related to how some of these generals fulfilled their destiny in the annals of American history. Let me tell you about James Longstreet.

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Jacob's Bayonet

by Doug Preston

Jacob Beverett served during the Revolutionary War from 17 October 1781, to July 1783. “Revolutionary Records Book V-4501, State Archives, Raleigh, N. C., Payments by Wilmington District Militia, No. 303 Militia, 6.12.” When Jacob came home he brought the bayonet he had used in the war as a memento.

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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

by Steve Parrish

Most of us at one time or another has heard the song, “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down.”  It is a folk song written in 1969, by Robbie Robertson of the group, The Band.  We have heard the song many times and from artists ranging from Bob Dylan to Buck Owens, Johnny Cash and John Denver, but have we ever stopped and listened to the meaning behind the words?

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Almost Forgotten

by
Steve Parrish

My visit to the battlefield at Murphreesboro, Tennessee several years ago means more to me now than I ever thought it would.  A man that I never even knew existed was killed on the very ground I walked upon.  His name was Thomas Q. Stanford.  I would once again walk where he walked…this time, it was where he was buried.

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