“War, What is it good for? Absolutely nothing…”



Just outside the town of Sharpsburg, Maryland, there is a beautiful tract of land. Rolling fields cascade down a series of inclines from The Cornfield at the northwest, and from the Dunkers Church at the west, toward the Antietam Creek that runs north to south on the east side of 4-5 square miles of farmland. In the middle of the site, running perpendicular to the creek, lies a picturesque sunken farm road.

September 17, 1862, Robert E. Lee’s 55,000 man army and George McClellan’s 75,000 man force met here for what became known as the Battle of Antietam. In a few short hours this idyllic, bucolic valley turned into a nightmarish, horrific charnel house. Antietam was the bloodiest single-day battle in American history, with casualties approaching 23,000.

Rebekah and I listened to lectures, we walked various trails, and we drove to every key marker on the battlefield, We heard some amazing stories, and we learned a lot about…

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