James, Samuel’s son, went to war wearing a blue uniform. He wrote letters home:
One hundred years. A planting. A revolution. A broken Union. A mending.
September 19 – After Antietam, the creek ran red. I saw a boy from Georgia who couldn’t have been fifteen. He asked me for a drink. I gave him mine. He died an hour later. What are we doing?
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