The most ferocious fighting of the Civil War happened at this spot, the Bloody Angle at the Battle of Spotsylvania.
The dark earth behind my hand is the remnant of a Confederate breastworks. Union forces assaulted the position from the field in view. Hand to hand combat ensued. The line did not yield during hours of attacks. Eventually the Confederates withdrew.
I stood here with a sense of awe. A plaque described rifle fire so intense that an oak tree toppled over. Other trees were shredded. They once stood behind me.
As I read the plaque, tapping sounds distracted me. By coincidence, oak nuts were falling on the ground where that tree once stood. My wonderment increased. For one century-and-a-half, Mother Nature has been restoring the damage.
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