In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Victory.”
I went on a hike today with my 2 daughters at Kennesaw National Battlefield Park in Kennesaw, Georgia. We hiked one mile up the mountain on a beautiful trail once dominated by horrific views of the Civil War.
We had hiked it before, 12 years ago when I was 7 months pregnant with my son. We bought a patch in the gift store for him that day, so that he could have something to commemorate being there even though he wasn’t born yet.
Today, it was more meaningful hiking the trail as a 50 year old with new knowledge that my great great grandfather fought in the Civil War in a regiment that was at Kennesaw Mountain one hundred and fifty-two years ago.
His pension application lists him as an army invalid, was he injured here? Did we cross over his footsteps while we hiked? Did he rest on the same rocks we sat on? How miraculous that he survived the war, for if he hadn’t, none of us would be here today.