Battlefields, hubris covered at the dawning of conflict and bereft of life’s rosy promise at the setting of the angry red orb. The wound born rivulets of warriors were soon soaked into oblivion, no richer the crimson earth for the reluctant libation. On that fateful independence day one hundred forty eight years ago the now muzzled cannon then cried aloud with the fury of shot. We are moved again to heroic memory as it abides in us body, ..read more