A Love for the Lack of Historical Civility

Our family has always enjoyed traveling to various locations (our unplanned "on a whim" trips seem to be the most fun) and learning what there is to learn -- history seems to be a common thread in our make up -- I have often wondered if it is because we all enjoy it or if I and John are being appeased by the children to keep the peace -- but whatever the reason we have had many an adventure.

We have found that our greatest historical interest has been in the Civil War and all the mesmerizing history surrounding an era that seems to be "Gone with the Wind". How can we not be so enveloped into it -- are we not in the heart of the southland -- where
southern hospitality & sugary-sweet congeniality are found in the hearts of the true southerners -- Not to mention where the fantastically enchanting drawls roll off the tongue and the pride of a rebel yell is passed down from generation to generation. (Perhaps it is no more than a hopeless romanticized longing for what was -- but, oh how I will sincerely miss being here in Georgia -- my southern home -- I honestly would like to think myself a true southerner at heart -- at least that is what I am choosing to believe. -- Let's face it -- how else could I say "Ya 'all" without batting an eye and think'n it "proper" English.)
Anyway, our latest --- was a return trip to the Civil War's Chickamauga Battlefield. It turned out that this battle was one of the worst of the war. The main reason was that this one was fought in the dense trees & thick undergrowth surrounding Lookout Mountain instead of preferred open ground. The plaques that indicated the various positions of the different units/batteries -- amazingly showed that confederate forces were literally on top of the union ones. The close proximity and abundant miscommunication created a ripe environment for a great loss of life.