Stan D. Jensen's Blog

Lee was not executed after the Civil War for a reason recognized by both the people of the South and the North...the General was a good and decent man.   Yet, with but a brief review of human history, a hard truth becomes undeniable...that it's good and decent men who do the most damage.

-SDJ-

In preparing to write my novel, "Ethan's Peach Tree," I read many diaries of Civil War soldiers.  The notes I made were voluminous, and today, while sorting through some of those notes, I came across one that is particularly poignant.  I apologize for not being able to tell you whose diary this is taken from:

     "...the next day our regiment marched across a part of battlefield where the fighting had been heavy.  The burial details were at work.  It was a shock to me, Mother, but the smell of blood and death no longer has an effect on me.  It wasn't until a breeze came up and I caught the fragrance of flowers that I began to cry..."

An accurate assessment of a man can't soley be made by what his friends have to say of him.  Included in the assessment must also be what his enemies have to say.  The following comes from Edward Longacre's book, "The Man Behind the Guns:"

     On the day following the hell of Antietam, the crew of a Confederate battery saw a group of Federal officers riding near, surveying the rebel lines through field glasses.  One was conspicuous for his pale horse.
     The range was tempting.  "Let's give them a shot!" cried one cannoneer.
     But a comrade raised his hand: "No, that's General Hunt, the chief of artillery; whenever you see him on his white horse look out for a battery.  He's a brave man and I won't fire on him."
     He paused a moment and then added, like a good artillerist:  "Wait until the battery comes and we'll fire at that!"

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For as long as men such as Isaac Stevens answer the call to defend our Republic, we shall live on as a nation of free people.

-SDJ-

Union General Isaac Stevens seated on a porch in March of 1862 near Beaufort, South Carolina.  During the Battle of Chantilly, fought on September 1, 1862 to cover Pope's retreat after the disaster of 2nd Bull Run, Stevens rallied his men by picking up the fallen regimental colors of his old regiment and shouting "Hightlanders, my Highlanders, follow your General!"  Charging with his troops while carrying the banner of Saint Andrew's Cross, he was struck in the temple by a bullet and died instantly.  General Stevens was held in such high regard, that before his untimely death, there was speculation that he would soon be elevated to command the Army of the Potomac.

Image courtesy of the Library of Congress.

For as long as men such as Isaac Stevens answer the call to defend our Republic, we shall live on as a nation of free people.

-SDJ-


Union General Isaac Stevens seated on a porch in March of 1862 near Beaufort, South Carolina. Stevens was the first governor of Washington Territory.  During the Battle of Chantilly on September 1, 1862, he rallied his men by picking up the fallen regimental colors of his old regiment and shouting "Highlanders, my Highlanders, follow your General!" Charging with his troops while carrying the banner of Saint Andrew's Cross, Stevens was struck in the temple by a bullet and died instantly.


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Where there is courage, there will be freedom.

-SDJ-


    
Union General Isaac Stevens seated on a porch in March of 1862 near Beaufort, South Carolina. Stevens was the first governor of Washington Territory.  During the Battle of Chantilly on September 1, 1862, he rallied his men by picking up the fallen regimental colors of his old regiment and shouting "Highlanders, my Highlanders, follow your general!" Charging with his troops while carrying the banner of Saint Andrew's Cross, Stevens was struck in the temple by a bullet and died instantly.

Image courtesy of the Library of Congress.

Union General Isaac Stevens seated on a porch in March of 1862 near Beaufort, South Carolina. Stevens was the first governor of Washington Territory.  During the Battle of Chantilly on September 1, 1862, he rallied his men by picking up the fallen regimental colors of his old regiment and shouting "Highlanders, my Highlanders, follow your general!" Charging with his troops while carrying the banner of Saint Andrew's Cross, Stevens was struck in the temple by a bullet and died instantly.

Image courtesy of the Library of Congress.

     Amid the massed foliage, the sounds of battle were muffled, seemed curiously distant, but smoke had drifted to this part of the field.  Colonel Dexter crouched behind a tree, about at the middle of his line, and peered through the smoke and deep shadows.  It wasn't long before he could hear the snapping of branches under appproaching feet, the crackling of leaves, the scraping of clinging brush, the swish of branches pushed back, then let go.  Now he could see men in gray, like ghosts coming through a smoking inferno, a solid line of wary and dangerous men.  When they were only thirty yards away, Dexter stood up from behind the tree.
     "Stand and fire!" he shouted.
     A solid line of blue seemed to rise up out of the earth and smoke.  Muzzles flashed, illuminating the sunless gloom to catch for an instant the expressions of shock and fear on the faces of the Confederates.  The impact of the point-blank volley staggered the Rebel line...

From Ethan's Peach Tree.
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     Amid the massed foliage, the sounds of battle were muffled, seemed curiously distant, but smoke had drifted to this part of the field.  Dexter crouched behind a tree, about at the middle of his line, and peered through the smoke and deep shadows.  It wasn't long before he could hear the snapping of branches under appproaching feet, the crackling of leaves, the scraping of clinging brush, the swish of branches pushed back, then let go.  Now he could see men in gray, like ghosts coming through a smoking inferno, a solid line of wary and dangerous men.  When they were only thirty yards away, Dexter stood up from behind the tree.
     "Stand and fire!" he shouted.
     A solid line of blue seemed to rise up out of the earth and smoke.  Muzzles flashed, illuminating the sunless gloom to catch for an instant the expressions of shock and fear on the faces of the Confederates.  The impact of the point-blank volley staggered the Rebel line...

From Ethan's Peach Tree.

     Amid the massed foliage, the sounds of battle were muffled, seemed curiously distant, but smoke had drifted to this part of the field.  Dexter crouched behind a tree, about at the middle of his line, and peered through the smoke and deep shadows.  It wasn't long before he could hear the snapping of branches under appproaching feet, the crackling of leaves, the scraping of clinging brush, the swish of branches pushed back, then let go.  Now he could see men in gray, like ghosts coming through a smoking inferno, a solid line of wary and dangerous men.  When they were only thirty yards away, Dexter stood up from behind the tree.
     "Stand and fire!" he shouted.
     A solid line of blue seemed to rise up out of the earth and smoke.  Muzzles flashed, illuminating the sunless gloom to catch for an instant the expressions of shock and fear on the faces of the Confederates.  The impact of the point-blank volley staggered the Rebel line...

From Ethan's Peach Tree.