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Re: [TalkAntietam] Re: 9th Corps Action - Union Advance Trail

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  • G E Mayers
    Dear Dean, You also left something out... Jacob D Cox was actually the IX Corps commander...Burnside still considered himself as Wing Commander..... There is
    Message 1 of 57 , Jan 28, 2008
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      Dear Dean,

      You also left something out... Jacob D Cox was actually the IX
      Corps commander...Burnside still considered himself as Wing
      Commander.....

      There is also some proof that Burn falsified some information in
      his OR report.

      Yr. Obt. Svt.
      G E "Gerry" Mayers

      To Be A Virginian, either by birth, marriage, adoption, or even
      on one's mother's side, is an introduction to any state in the
      Union, a passport to any foreign country, and a benediction from
      the Almighty God. --Anonymous
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      From: "dean_essig" <dean_essig@...>
      To: <TalkAntietam@yahoogroups.com>
      Sent: Monday, January 28, 2008 1:43 PM
      Subject: [TalkAntietam] Re: 9th Corps Action - Union Advance
      Trail


      Hi Andy!

      It's important to remember that 9th Corps wasn't lined up en
      masse and storming this area
      (even when it did, finally, carry the bridge). I don't want to
      dump on Burnside, so let's just say
      the corps lacked a certain amount of energy and dynamic
      leadership. I'm willing to concede
      that Burnside gets the rap for this, but so much of it rests in
      McClellan's hands-off
      leadership style (sending a note every so often telling Burnside
      to hurry up is no substitute
      for going there in person and seeing what the deal is).

      Don't forget that Rodman is essentially doing a flank march on
      the bridge's defenders.
      Burnside would reasonably think that there was no need to incur
      the losses that would
      happen rushing the bridge as Rodman's effort would cause the
      defenders to simply pull off
      the bridge.

      As for artillery, I'm sure there are others here far more versed
      than I in the 9th Corps artillery
      operations, but I rather believe the gunners _did_ do all they
      could to blast the defenders off
      that hill, such things rarely work out as cleanly as we'd expect
      looking back over 145 years.
    • G E Mayers
      Dear Paula, Blame it on Yahell............... Yr. Obt. Svt. G E Gerry Mayers To Be A Virginian, either by birth, marriage, adoption, or even on one s
      Message 57 of 57 , Feb 5, 2008
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        Dear Paula,

        Blame it on Yahell...............

        Yr. Obt. Svt.
        G E "Gerry" Mayers

        To Be A Virginian, either by birth, marriage, adoption, or even
        on one's mother's side, is an introduction to any state in the
        Union, a passport to any foreign country, and a benediction from
        the Almighty God. --Anonymous
        ----- Original Message -----
        From: <128thpa@...>
        To: <TalkAntietam@yahoogroups.com>
        Sent: Tuesday, February 05, 2008 4:07 PM
        Subject: Re: [TalkAntietam] Barbara Frietchie - Is it real or a
        nice story?


        Ok, where was this?? I mailed this out DAYS
        AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

        Just so you guys don't think I am losing this - if you recall
        when this posted originally, I stated it was a duplicate. So
        this is the original - so where has it been?

        That is a rhetorical question BTW.

        Paula

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        From: 128thpa@...

        > This topic comes up from time to time on various lists that I
        > belong to. I
        > think part of the myth has been fueled by this poem by
        > Whittier(and of course I
        > am going to post it here to add even more fuel to the fire! )
        > Paula
        >
        > Barbara Frietchie
        > John Greenleaf Whittier
        >
        >
        >
        > UP from the meadows rich with corn,
        > Clear in the cool September morn,
        > The clustered spires of Frederick stand
        > Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
        > Round about them orchards sweep,
        > Apple and peach tree fruited deep,
        > Fair as the garden of the Lord
        > To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
        > On that pleasant morn of the early fall
        > When Lee marched over the mountain-wall,—
        > Over the mountains winding down,
        > Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
        > Forty flags with their silver stars,
        > Forty flags with their crimson bars,
        > Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
        > Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
        > Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
        > Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;
        > Bravest of all in Frederick town,
        > She took up the flag the men hauled down;
        > In her attic window the staff she set,
        > To show that one heart was loyal yet.
        > Up the street came the rebel tread,
        > Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
        > Under his slouched hat left and right
        > He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
        > “Halt!”—the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
        > “Fire!”—out blazed the rifle-blast.
        > It shivered the window, pane and sash;
        > It rent the banner with seam and gash.
        > Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
        > Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.
        > She leaned far out on the window-sill,
        > And shook it forth with a royal will.
        > “Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
        > But spare your country’s flag,” she said.
        > A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
        > Over the face of the leader came;
        > The nobler nature within him stirred
        > To life at that woman’s deed and word;
        > “Who touches a hair of yon gray head
        > Dies like a dog! March on!” he said.
        > All day long through Frederick street
        > Sounded the tread of marching feet:
        > All day long that free flag tost
        > Over the heads of the rebel host.
        > Ever its torn folds rose and fell
        > On the loyal winds that loved it well;
        > And through the hill-gaps sunset light
        > Shone over it with a warm good-night.
        > Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,
        > And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
        > Honor to her! and let a tear
        > Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.
        > Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave,
        > Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
        > Peace and order and beauty draw
        > Round thy symbol of light and law;
        > And ever the stars above look down
        > On thy stars below in Frederick town!
        >
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