|This is the stark future that awaited Civil War soldiers in particular and many soldiers in general.|
|The flag they fought for.|
The Lynchburg cemetery has a place for Yankee soldiers and for African Americans, separate and unmarked, as well as for the Confederate dead. They're mostly kids, appropriated from the farms and small towns without education or purpose. They haven't had time for either, and now they're dead.
That, not the medals and monuments and marching songs and "thank you for your service," is what it's about. Dead people. Permanently dead people. Who keep piling up without reason.
It was sad then when we were a very young country. It is tragic now as we age and learn nothing.
|Tree shadow shakes through headstones.|
|A boy, far from home, and dead.|
|Self-portrait in cobblestone.|
|Finally, death's happy face ... in color.|