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Nashville, Tenn. Federal outer line
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Nashville, Tenn. Fortified railroad bridge across Cumberland River
Nashville, Tenn. Fortified railroad bridge across Cumberland River
Nashville, Tenn. Fortified railroad bridge across Cumberland River
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Nashville, Tenn. Hospital for Federal officers
Nashville, Tenn. Hospital for Federal officers
FYI: I believe this building still stands today.
Nashville, Tenn. Hospital for Federal officers
FYI: I believe this building still stands today.
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Nashville, Tenn., from Fort Negley looking northeast
Nashville, Tenn., from Fort Negley looking northeast
FYI: a portionb of the Fort still stands today and is a must see if your in the area.
Nashville, Tenn., from Fort Negley looking northeast
FYI: a portionb of the Fort still stands today and is a must see if your in the area.
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Nashville, Tenn. Federal outer line; another view
Nashville, Tenn. Federal outer line; another view
Nashville, Tenn. Federal outer line; another view
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Nashville, Tenn. Steps of the Capitol with covered guns
Nashville, Tenn. Steps of the Capitol with covered guns
Nashville, Tenn. Steps of the Capitol with covered guns
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Nashville, Tenn. Railroad yard, depot, locomotives & the Capitol in distance
Nashville, Tenn. Railroad yard, depot, locomotives & the Capitol in distance
Nashville, Tenn. Railroad yard, depot, locomotives & the Capitol in distance
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looking over the field during the battle of Nashville, Tenn., Dec. 15th and 16th, 186
View from the front of the State House looking over the field during the battle of Nashville, Tenn., Dec. 15th and 16th, 1864. [Stereograph]
View from the front of the State House looking over the field during the battle of Nashville, Tenn., Dec. 15th and 16th, 1864. [Stereograph]
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View from an elevation in front of the Capitol, Nashville, Tenn. [Stereograph]
View from an elevation in front of the Capitol, Nashville, Tenn. [Stereograph]
View from an elevation in front of the Capitol, Nashville, Tenn. [Stereograph]
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View from the front of the State House, Nashville, Tenn.,
View from the front of the State House, Nashville, Tenn., during the battle of Dec. 14, 1864. Showing in the distance the Federal camps, in the foreground soldiers and civilians watching the fight. [Stereograph]
View from the front of the State House, Nashville, Tenn., during the battle of Dec. 14, 1864. Showing in the distance the Federal camps, in the foreground soldiers and civilians watching the fight. [Stereograph]
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Most welcome Dawna.
I have seen a few others photos from the nashville area on the net and will try to find them.
I have seen a few others photos from the nashville area on the net and will try to find them.
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Just thought I'd show
a couple I'd found. This one of the Sudley Church, not far from where I grew up, and of course, near the Mannassas battlefield. By the way, this church is still standing.
Regards,
SgtCSA
a couple I'd found. This one of the Sudley Church, not far from where I grew up, and of course, near the Mannassas battlefield. By the way, this church is still standing.
Regards,
SgtCSA
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What more can one say.........The Man!
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Y'all will have to excuse the last post...............I have no idea where I was. I must have lost my head for a moment, and I cannot for the life of me, figure out why. I just don't know why I let this one go. It means, absolutely nothing.
Respectfully,
SgtCSA :shrug:
Respectfully,
SgtCSA :shrug:
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To all,
As I realize that this is not exactly an 'image', although I do somewhat consider it as such. This struck me in a way that I felt, almost, obliged, to insert here. I also found it to be, oh so true. Although, in some instances, he was fairly well clothed and with a fairly good weapon, on the whole, he was inadaquate in most of those areas, especially in shoes and food. I realize too, that some will argue the point, but in the end, it is fruitless to try and picture the Confederate soldier any differently. He was what he was, and no amount of persuasion can alter that fact.
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Typical Confederate Soldier
G. H. Baskett, Nashville, TN.
Nearly thirty-three years have passed since the alarm of war called from their peaceful pursuits the citizens who were to make name and fame as Confederate soldiers. The stirring scenes and the dreadful carnage of a memorable conflict have been removed by the lapse of time into the hazy past, and a new generation, however ready it may be to honour those who fought the battles of the South, is likely to form its idea of their appearance from the conventional military type. The Confederate soldier was not an ordinary soldier, either in appearance or character. With your permission I will undertake to draw a portrait of him as he really appeared in the hard service of privation and danger.
A face browned by exposure and heavily bearded, or for some weeks unshaven, begrimed with dust and sweat, and marked here and there with the darker stains of powder—a face whose stolid and even melancholy composure is easily broken into ripples of good humour or quickly flushed in the fervour and abandon of the charge; a frame tough and sinewy, and trained by hardship to surprising powers of endurance; a form, the shapeliness of which is hidden by its encumberments, suggesting in its careless and unaffected pose a languorous indisposition to exertion, yet a latent, lion-like strength and a terrible energy of action when aroused. Around the upper part of the face is a fringe of unkempt hair, and above this an old wool hat, worn and weather-beaten, the flaccid brim of which falls limp upon the shoulders behind, and is folded back in front against the elongated and crumpled crown. Over a soiled shirt, which is unbuttoned and button less at the collar, is a ragged gray jacket that does not reach to the hips, with sleeves some inches too short. Below this trousers of a nondescript colour, without form and almost void, are held in place by a leather belt, to which is attached the cartridge box that rests behind the right hip, and the bayonet scabbard which dangles on the left. Just above the ankles each trouser leg is tied closely to the limb—a la Zouave—and beneath reaches of dirty socks disappear in a pair of badly used and curiously contorted shoes.
Between the jacket and the waistband of the trousers, or the supporting belt, there appears a puffy display of cotton shirt, which works out further with every hitch made by Johnny in his effort to keep his pantaloons in place. Across his body from his left shoulder there is a roll of threadbare blanket, the ends tied together resting on or falling below the right hip. This blanket is Johnny's bed. Whenever he arises he takes up his bed and walks. Within this roll is a shirt, his only extra article of clothing. In action the blanket roll is thrown further back. and the cartridge box is drawn forward, frequently in front of the body. From the right shoulder, across the body, pass two straps, one cloth the other leather, making a cross with blanket roll on breast and hack. These straps support respectively a greasy cloth haversack and a flannel-covered canteen, captured from the Yankees. Attached to the haversack strap is a tin cup, while in addition to some other odds and ends of camp trumpery, there hangs over his back a frying pan, an invaluable utensil with which the soldier would be loth to part.
With his trusty gun in hand—an Enfield rifle, also captured from the enemy and substituted for the old flint-lock musket or the shot-gun with which he was originally armed—Johnny Reb, thus imperfectly sketched, stands in his shreds and patches a marvellous ensemble—picturesque, grotesque, unique—the model citizen soldier, the military hero of the nineteenth century. There is none of the tinsel or the trappings of the professional about him. From an aesthetic military point of view he must appear a sorry looking soldier. But Johnny is not one of your dress parade soldiers. He doesn't care a copper whether anybody likes his looks or not. He is the most independent soldier that ever belonged to an organized army. He has respect for authority, and he cheerfully submits to discipline, because he sees the necessity of organization to effect the best results, but he maintains his individual autonomy, as it were, and never surrenders his sense of personal pride and responsibility. He is thoroughly tractable if properly officered, and is always ready to obey necessary orders, but he is quick to resent any official incivility, and is a high private who feels, and is, every inch as good as a General. He may appear ludicrous enough on a display occasion of the holiday pomp and splendor of war, but place him where duty calls, in the imminent deadly breach or the perilous charge and none in all the armies of the earth can claim a higher rank or prouder record. He may be outre and ill-fashioned in dress, but he has sublimated his poverty and rags. The worn and faded gray jacket, glorified by valor and stained with the life blood of its wearer, becomes, in its immortality of association, a more splendid vestment than mail of medieval knight or the rarest robe of royalty. That old, weather-beaten slouched hat, seen as the ages will see it, with its halo of fire, through the smoke of battle, is a kinglier covering than a crown. Half clad, half armed, often half fed, without money and without price, the Confederate soldier fought against the resources of the world. When at last his flag was furled and his arms were grounded in defeat, the cause for which he had struggled was lost, but he had won the faceless victory of soldiership.
This article was from the Confederate Veteran, Vol. I, No. 12, Nashville, TN., December, 1893.
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With Respect,
SgtCSA
As I realize that this is not exactly an 'image', although I do somewhat consider it as such. This struck me in a way that I felt, almost, obliged, to insert here. I also found it to be, oh so true. Although, in some instances, he was fairly well clothed and with a fairly good weapon, on the whole, he was inadaquate in most of those areas, especially in shoes and food. I realize too, that some will argue the point, but in the end, it is fruitless to try and picture the Confederate soldier any differently. He was what he was, and no amount of persuasion can alter that fact.
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Typical Confederate Soldier
G. H. Baskett, Nashville, TN.
Nearly thirty-three years have passed since the alarm of war called from their peaceful pursuits the citizens who were to make name and fame as Confederate soldiers. The stirring scenes and the dreadful carnage of a memorable conflict have been removed by the lapse of time into the hazy past, and a new generation, however ready it may be to honour those who fought the battles of the South, is likely to form its idea of their appearance from the conventional military type. The Confederate soldier was not an ordinary soldier, either in appearance or character. With your permission I will undertake to draw a portrait of him as he really appeared in the hard service of privation and danger.
A face browned by exposure and heavily bearded, or for some weeks unshaven, begrimed with dust and sweat, and marked here and there with the darker stains of powder—a face whose stolid and even melancholy composure is easily broken into ripples of good humour or quickly flushed in the fervour and abandon of the charge; a frame tough and sinewy, and trained by hardship to surprising powers of endurance; a form, the shapeliness of which is hidden by its encumberments, suggesting in its careless and unaffected pose a languorous indisposition to exertion, yet a latent, lion-like strength and a terrible energy of action when aroused. Around the upper part of the face is a fringe of unkempt hair, and above this an old wool hat, worn and weather-beaten, the flaccid brim of which falls limp upon the shoulders behind, and is folded back in front against the elongated and crumpled crown. Over a soiled shirt, which is unbuttoned and button less at the collar, is a ragged gray jacket that does not reach to the hips, with sleeves some inches too short. Below this trousers of a nondescript colour, without form and almost void, are held in place by a leather belt, to which is attached the cartridge box that rests behind the right hip, and the bayonet scabbard which dangles on the left. Just above the ankles each trouser leg is tied closely to the limb—a la Zouave—and beneath reaches of dirty socks disappear in a pair of badly used and curiously contorted shoes.
Between the jacket and the waistband of the trousers, or the supporting belt, there appears a puffy display of cotton shirt, which works out further with every hitch made by Johnny in his effort to keep his pantaloons in place. Across his body from his left shoulder there is a roll of threadbare blanket, the ends tied together resting on or falling below the right hip. This blanket is Johnny's bed. Whenever he arises he takes up his bed and walks. Within this roll is a shirt, his only extra article of clothing. In action the blanket roll is thrown further back. and the cartridge box is drawn forward, frequently in front of the body. From the right shoulder, across the body, pass two straps, one cloth the other leather, making a cross with blanket roll on breast and hack. These straps support respectively a greasy cloth haversack and a flannel-covered canteen, captured from the Yankees. Attached to the haversack strap is a tin cup, while in addition to some other odds and ends of camp trumpery, there hangs over his back a frying pan, an invaluable utensil with which the soldier would be loth to part.
With his trusty gun in hand—an Enfield rifle, also captured from the enemy and substituted for the old flint-lock musket or the shot-gun with which he was originally armed—Johnny Reb, thus imperfectly sketched, stands in his shreds and patches a marvellous ensemble—picturesque, grotesque, unique—the model citizen soldier, the military hero of the nineteenth century. There is none of the tinsel or the trappings of the professional about him. From an aesthetic military point of view he must appear a sorry looking soldier. But Johnny is not one of your dress parade soldiers. He doesn't care a copper whether anybody likes his looks or not. He is the most independent soldier that ever belonged to an organized army. He has respect for authority, and he cheerfully submits to discipline, because he sees the necessity of organization to effect the best results, but he maintains his individual autonomy, as it were, and never surrenders his sense of personal pride and responsibility. He is thoroughly tractable if properly officered, and is always ready to obey necessary orders, but he is quick to resent any official incivility, and is a high private who feels, and is, every inch as good as a General. He may appear ludicrous enough on a display occasion of the holiday pomp and splendor of war, but place him where duty calls, in the imminent deadly breach or the perilous charge and none in all the armies of the earth can claim a higher rank or prouder record. He may be outre and ill-fashioned in dress, but he has sublimated his poverty and rags. The worn and faded gray jacket, glorified by valor and stained with the life blood of its wearer, becomes, in its immortality of association, a more splendid vestment than mail of medieval knight or the rarest robe of royalty. That old, weather-beaten slouched hat, seen as the ages will see it, with its halo of fire, through the smoke of battle, is a kinglier covering than a crown. Half clad, half armed, often half fed, without money and without price, the Confederate soldier fought against the resources of the world. When at last his flag was furled and his arms were grounded in defeat, the cause for which he had struggled was lost, but he had won the faceless victory of soldiership.
This article was from the Confederate Veteran, Vol. I, No. 12, Nashville, TN., December, 1893.
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With Respect,
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Sounds a lot like one of Shermans men... the challenge was posed, It is up to you whether or not you will accept it.
I do not see how stressing fact over mythology in any way diminishes the Confederate Soldier. He was merely better equipped and more effectively supplied than legend likes to show. What it does is put more blame upon the real reason the CS failed... poor leadership. In the end two things defeated the CS, the Union Army (in particular the Western Union soldier) and Richmond.
As to the amount of captured gear aquired courtesy of the US Army... worked both ways. How many guns at FT Donelson, Vicksburg, Chatanooga etc. At least one 3" Ordinance Rifle changed hands three times.
I do not see how stressing fact over mythology in any way diminishes the Confederate Soldier. He was merely better equipped and more effectively supplied than legend likes to show. What it does is put more blame upon the real reason the CS failed... poor leadership. In the end two things defeated the CS, the Union Army (in particular the Western Union soldier) and Richmond.
As to the amount of captured gear aquired courtesy of the US Army... worked both ways. How many guns at FT Donelson, Vicksburg, Chatanooga etc. At least one 3" Ordinance Rifle changed hands three times.
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Photo of Belle Boyd
Dawna,
Here is that photo of Belle Boyd. I didn't try print the entire article, I just tried this much to see if I could get it downloaded to the board. I think it worked. If you would like the rest of of it (The description) I will post it too.
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With a company of the Sixth Virginia Cavalry, "Wise Troop," in advance, Colonel Bradley T. Johnson's First Maryland (CSA) deployed into line of battle, the Louisiana Brigade filed in behind them. This would include the colorful battalion of Major Chatham Roberdeau Wheat, "Wheat's Tigers." The Sixth Louisiana was positioned in immediate support. The Seventh, Eighth, and the Ninth Louisiana regiments were ordered to the open fields to the west of Gooney Manor Road.
Yours
SgtCSA
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Belle Boyd ca.1890 wearing specially designed (Belle's design) brooch of Southern Cross of Honor. Picture from the Book Belle Boy in Camp and Prison.
Dawna,
Here is that photo of Belle Boyd. I didn't try print the entire article, I just tried this much to see if I could get it downloaded to the board. I think it worked. If you would like the rest of of it (The description) I will post it too.
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It was 1:30 P.M. and the temperature was reaching eighty degrees when General Jackson and General Richard S. Ewell with their staffs stopped in this vicinity to prepare their men for battle.
With a company of the Sixth Virginia Cavalry, "Wise Troop," in advance, Colonel Bradley T. Johnson's First Maryland (CSA) deployed into line of battle, the Louisiana Brigade filed in behind them. This would include the colorful battalion of Major Chatham Roberdeau Wheat, "Wheat's Tigers." The Sixth Louisiana was positioned in immediate support. The Seventh, Eighth, and the Ninth Louisiana regiments were ordered to the open fields to the west of Gooney Manor Road.
Yours
SgtCSA
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Belle Boyd ca.1890 wearing specially designed (Belle's design) brooch of Southern Cross of Honor. Picture from the Book Belle Boy in Camp and Prison.
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Good grief, my good man,
Please don't compare Sherman's men with those of the Southern States. I believe the comparison would make the dead roll over in their graves. Plus, I don't think they put enough of his ( Shermans ) men in the ground as it was, that was a reason we came up a trifle short. As for the leader ship portion, the leaders as a whole, could probably stand up with any the North shoved at them. Bragg was lacking, but then, a lot of Union were lacking as well.
Respectfully,
SgtCSA
Please don't compare Sherman's men with those of the Southern States. I believe the comparison would make the dead roll over in their graves. Plus, I don't think they put enough of his ( Shermans ) men in the ground as it was, that was a reason we came up a trifle short. As for the leader ship portion, the leaders as a whole, could probably stand up with any the North shoved at them. Bragg was lacking, but then, a lot of Union were lacking as well.
Respectfully,
SgtCSA
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Davis vs Lincoln... who does history remember. For every "Lil Mac" there was a Bragg. Nuff said. Shermans men licked the CS Army so convincingly around Atlanta that Hood never tried for a fight against them again. At Alltoona even when significantly outnumbered some of Shermans boys licked French so convincingly that Hood thought it safer to advance upon Tennessee than risk any more fights w/ any of Shermans boys. That is one way of putting it if I wanted to rub someones nose in things. But that isn't how I look at things. The Confederate soldier deserves the respect he earned and earn it he did. A man is best judged by the enemies he makes and the respect they hold him. Shermans men respected the CS AoT, they respected the fighting men they had faced across a score of battlefields. After the war they didn't gloat; they went home and got on with their lives.
The CS men who actually fought on countless firelds of battle may well have been a bit bitter and felt they needed a bit of an excuse... but they were still willing to share a drink or smoke w/ one of those men in blue as they had shared the same mud and powder smoke. Lived under the same conditions etc. They had a bond of suffering and mutual respect.
I intend to honor the men in blue and gray for what they acheived and what they accomplished and giving them more or less than they had... doesn't do that. I honor the men who made the arms, who mnaged to procure them from abroad, the men who got them into the CS and distributed them to the men on the sharp end.
They were increadible MEN in trying times. When the time came to stand up and do, they did. Some ran off and some didn't give a good accounting of themselves; but for the most part they were MEN I can respect and appreciate their sacrifices.
The CS men who actually fought on countless firelds of battle may well have been a bit bitter and felt they needed a bit of an excuse... but they were still willing to share a drink or smoke w/ one of those men in blue as they had shared the same mud and powder smoke. Lived under the same conditions etc. They had a bond of suffering and mutual respect.
I intend to honor the men in blue and gray for what they acheived and what they accomplished and giving them more or less than they had... doesn't do that. I honor the men who made the arms, who mnaged to procure them from abroad, the men who got them into the CS and distributed them to the men on the sharp end.
They were increadible MEN in trying times. When the time came to stand up and do, they did. Some ran off and some didn't give a good accounting of themselves; but for the most part they were MEN I can respect and appreciate their sacrifices.
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