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  • Growing up in Marietta, GA. with a history teacher for a mother one was always in the middle of a history lesson. The shadow of Kennesaw Mountain always falling on your shadow. Playing at friends house's in the woods, only to learn later that the "gullies ' that was so cool was in fact the trenches that any one of four thousand men could have died in. Really? Why?
    High School was a constant road trip. Skipping parties a must attend affair, twenty to thirty of us going to our play ground, the battle fields. Mini city of teenager's doing what ever to enjoy not being at school. On one occasion I was struck by the reality of where we were as I listened to a couple of seniors talking about their history class.
    It was if a veil was lifted as I looked upon the place where we were I saw the battle I heard the sounds I could smell blood and smoke. I was overwhelmed by the realness of it, so much so that engaged those around me in a conversation of what they thought it was like.
    The conversation included every thing from food to dying, reason for and aginst the war. The impact it had on us, growing up where this had occurred.
    I wondered and still do would they who died there would be at peace with us playing there.

    Illustration from page 271 of the book Battles and Leaders of the Civil War By Century Company, Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buel Published 1888 The Century Company
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