Antietam National Battlefield
October 9, 2010
The single bloodiest day in U.S. Military History occurred on September 17, 1862 in Antietam, Maryland when the Confederacy tried to take the Civil War into enemy territory and was met by the much larger Union forces. A stone bridge crossing Antietam Creek, originally constructed by local farmers to bring their produce to Sharpsburg, became the turning point in the battle when Union forces pushed the advancing Confederacy back. Although inconclusive -- with 23,100 corpses soaking the battlefield with blood, no general in his right mind could possibly contemplate proclaiming victory -- the battle at Antietam nevertheless gave then-President Abraham Lincoln enough confidence to declare his emancipation of the slaves. For the time being at least if not hopefully for good, Great Britain, France, and the other nations monitoring the war could hold off in recognizing the Confederate South as an independent nation and thus permanently dividing the country in two. (sources: wikipedia.org, “Tried By War” [2008] by James M. McPherson)
Seeing pictures of the stone arch bridge online -- now named Burnside after the Union general that crossed it -- we made the side-trip to Antietam to take pictures on our way to a relative’s house in West Virginia. We didn’t expect the battlefield to be so beautifully preserved. The park was peaceful, well-maintained, and anyone can drive through the government-purchased land for free.
I suppose being an American of ethnic origin -- none of my ancestors died fighting for America -- I was naturally mindful of my actions as I romped about with my camera and tripod on what could be hallowed grounds. I did not want to appear disinterested or disrespectful.
But it turned it wasn’t necessary. Instead, we felt quite welcome. At the top of the observation tower, a woman with a small digital camera smiled and said, “Oh, we have a serious camera here.” While busily focusing my shot at the landscape below, a man brushed off an insect crawling on my shoulder. And climbing up and down the tower’s narrow spiral staircase, people I met young and old stopped and waited for me to pass. In short, they were all in my view very polite.
Maybe they are used to tourists. Maybe, too, they appreciate expressions of interest about their past. Much is said about America’s greatness but in my opinion little of the good-naturedness inherent in the common folk. Photography may be all I was after, but by coming there to take pictures maybe they have in their minds lured me into getting to know them a little bit better.
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