This post might bore you, but it's done mostly for Geof., our historian. We went to Fredericksburg on Sunday after church. It's about an hour north of us. We went to check out a battlefield up there-one I wasn't aware (no surprise) was so famous. Geof. loves this kind of stuff. The few times he's teared up in our marriage have been when he's talked about either the Civil War or WW II. To think that so many men who died during the Civil War were so new to our country; "fresh off the boat", so to speak. Many of the gravestones we saw didn't even have names on them--just the plot number, and in some cases, a number stating how many bodies were buried there (I didn't see more than 4...but how sad is that?).
The kids were respectful as we could expect and didn't walk all over the gravestones, but we couldn't get them to stay off of the canon. Geof. even climbed on it a bit.