The John Sedgwick monument on May 9, 2015 (cm)
If John Sedgwick were alive today, he’d say, “See? I told you they couldn’t hit elephant at that distance!”
He’d also probably say, “Gosh, I’m really old.” So old, in fact, that he’d barely have the strength to speak, so we would have to lean close to hear the parchment whisper of his voice. He would be 201.
I don’t mean to sound disrespectful. I have always thought of “Uncle John” as a good-humored guy, beloved by his men for being a soldier’s soldier, amiable and personally brave.
I stopped by the Spotsylvania battlefield last week, on May 9, to pay my respects to Uncle John. It was the 151st anniversary of his death. Continue reading