"The trees around our guns were literally torn to pieces and the ground plowed up. I have been several times covered with dirt, and had it knocked in my eyes and mouth." A Confederate artilleryman.
I decided to take a different route home since there was still some of the afternoon left and headed for the country roads.
Interesting little video here.
But it really was too windy and cold to walk around too much and so I moved on. I came across an old house which was slowly collapsing in on itself.
The bed here is the actual bed he died in and the clock is the one that doctors stopped at the time of his death. It still runs today and the docent told us that during a bad storm with tornadoes passing through he held the clock to his chest to protect it in case the building was hit.
I was glad I'd found this historic little shrine. It touched me deeply that I was standing on the same floorboards that a notable and well respected general had stood, and looked out through the same window on to the same rail road that had hoped to whisk him to safe recovery.