All in a line. Their final resting place. Lost as casualties of war. Unrest for those that they left behind. Not to be realized until many of years later, that they had names. Somewhere someone knew who they were. A monument stand with their names, but their actual place of rest is anyone’s guess.
There are 50 headstones lining this fence you see. Sitting on the corner of two main roads that run through the town. 38 of them, at least, are unknown confederate soldiers. At least this is how their graves are marked. Confederate soldiers from Tennessee. Surrendered in 1862 and lost their lives in a prison camp. Laid to rest with union soldiers that would lose their lives two years later in a train wreck. Their graves are also marked unknown.
I find it so strange at the thought that these men were laid to rest unknown. Especially since 136 years later, a monument would be placed naming each of the soldiers. I realize the union soldiers keeping tabs on these prisoners at the time couldn’t have cared less. Or there were too many to keep track of. Still to be buried unnamed when clearly someone knew your name, even back then since there were records. Or were there?
It is something that I just cannot fathom. How this information came to light a 136 years later. Research notes and what not were supplied, but to be able to tell and find out exactly which soldiers died here when they were not known at the time. The time and the effort that would have of been put forth. I commend the man that did this, because no soldier should be buried unknown (or person really…though I know there is room for argument). Not that it did their families any good at the time, but just the same.
I will not lie that there is that part of me that is little skeptic on how accurate the information may be, but alas…I will digress as this man clearly had resources that I do not have and wouldn’t even know how to find. And again…I’m just glad that the soldiers listed were given names and recognition. Union and confederate alike.
These boys are acknowledged every year on Memorial Day. At least they were when I lived here the first time. A historical society, or veteran’s association, takes the time to place flags upon the graves of these soldiers and all the other soldiers buried in this cemetery and all the others. I think that is pretty honorable in itself, but that could be just me.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography