Cemeteryphotos challenge-Because it's Monday

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The Battle of Stones River, a key battle of the American Civil War that took place on December 31, 1862 and January 2, 1863 near Murfreesboro, Tennessee. 81,000 men fought in the battle.

Stones River had some of the highest casualty rates of the war.

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More than 6,100 Union soldiers are buried in Stones River National Cemetery. 2,562 are unknown. An attempt was made to identify Union dead because they occupied the battlefield after the battle. No attempt was made to identify Confederate dead, and 2000 men were buried in a mass grave at
Evergreen Cemetery- Confederate Circle. No Confederate dead were buried in the National Cemetery. There were 23,000 casualties in the battle.
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Poem written by Kentucky native, Theodore O'Hara to honor his fellow soldiers who died in the Mexican-American War. The poem became popular after the Civil War and is displayed at several National Cemeteries, including Gettysburg and Arlington.

"BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD"

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.

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No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn nor screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.

Their shriveled swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.

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The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.

Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps the great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe,
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew well the watchword of that day
Was "Victory or death!"

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Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O'er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the gory tide;
Not long, our stout old chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.

Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyr's grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nation's flag to save.
By rivers of their father's gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.

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For many a mother's breath has swept
O'er Angostura's plain --
And long the pitying sky has wept
Above its moldered slain.
The raven's scream, or eagle's flight,
Or shepherd's pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned o'er that dread fray.

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Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air.
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil --
The ashes of her brave.

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Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes sepulcher.

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Rest on embalmed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep shall here tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her records keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.

Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanquished ago has flown,
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor Time's remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.

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Very organized the cemetery and beautiful trees

Sad that the cemetery is on the battlefield where they all died. I can imagine them digging row upon row of graves.

Here I am completely silent, it touches my heart :) , good pictures

It is so hard to imagine the horror of it all. Thank you.

This is not just lovely, but is also quite deep. I feel enlightened.

Thanks so much.It must have been so awful.

Nice picture!
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There is so much history in that cemetery!

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I am so glad you took the photo! That is an incredible tombstone!

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