Yesterday, I visited our Vicksburg National Cemetery that holds the final resting place, with dignity, of 17,000 Union servicemen - more than any other national cemetery - and about 1,000 veterans of other U. S. conflicts. Also, pictures of the ironclad USS Cario being visited by the passengers from the Queen of the Mississippi riverboat. Lastly, I took a picture on Fort Hill looking down at the Yazoo River (Diversion Canal) and the Port of Vicksburg to the right.
Somewhere they crawl to die, alone, under bushes, in low gullies, or on the sides of hills. Their skeletons, bleached bones, Tufts of hair, fragments of clothing, and buttons are occasionally found;
Yet these young men, once so joyous and oh so handsome are taken from us.
The son from the mother
The husband from the wife
The dear friend from the dear friend
Walt Whitman
