Where is it Wednesday, Gettysburg?

[MRB1863]

Where is this???

 

[Ole Miss]

Having recently seen the Mini-Series Grant I recognized where that rock is! Its at Shiloh NMP!!!
Regards
David

 

[Texas Yank]

Really enjoy this series!! Keep 'em coming. I have no clue on this one.

 

[MRB1863]

Having recently seen the Mini-Series Grant I recognized where that rock is! Its at Shiloh NMP!!!
Regards
David

Great answer!!! But, the rock is in Gettysburg...(Grant is a great mini-series...we thoroughly enjoyed it)

 

[ronzzo]

Culp's Hill?

 

[Texas Yank]

Culp's Hill?

I think you got it here... at least close. On Slocum Ave. on the way up Culp's Hill behind the 2nd Maryland (CSA) monument.

 

[reading48]

Another day late and a dollar short..near 2nd Md C S A...agree with Texas Yank..

 

[MRB1863]

Here is a more general view of the area:

...on Culps hill near the 2nd Maryland monument. In back of the rock, barely visible in this view, is the area reputed to be a Confederate Gravesite. Here is what that area looks like:

..one more reason to "Visit Gettysburg"

 

[Gettysburg Guide #154]

Although I have had some historians disagree, there is evidence that the 1st Maryland CSA (re-designated 2d MD on the monument) fought directly against fellow Marylanders on Culp's Hill. Harry Pfanz relates the first hand account of Pvt. D. Ridgely Howard, company A, 1st Maryland CSA, who was wounded in the attack on July 3 and lay on the field expecting to die. Two Union soldiers dragged Howard into the Union lines. They asked Howard if he was aware that he was fighting fellow Marylanders. Howard answered, "Yes, and we intend to fight them." Pfanz also quotes from a letter by Col. James Wallace, commander of the 1st Maryland, Eastern Shore (Union) to Bachelder. Wallace spoke of the aftermath of the battle when he says his men "sorrowfully gathered up many of our old friends and acquaintances [from the Confederate battalion] & had them carefully & tenderly cared for." Perhaps some were even laid in the gravesite you mention.

One can only try in vain to imagine the emotions of gathering up dead and wounded enemy soldiers on a battlefield, and discovering that the very men you were shooting at and trying to kill or main had once been your friends.