War Correspondents Monument   The latest battlefield visit: Antietam. After we drew our rations at the Lincoln Diner with Dr. and Mrs. Guelzo, we got on the bus and headed to the battlefield I've been looking forward to since we started classes. The drive down was uneventful until we reached South Mountain and the narrow mountain passes it offers. We reached Fox's Gap, where we were lectured by Dr. Guelzo and briefly by Brian Jordan as to the insignificance (or significance, depending on whether Brian was talking) of the Battle of South Mountain. Soon after, we found ourselves arriving in the tiny town of Sharpsburg.
We climbed off the bus to meet up once again with our beloved Dennis Frye. After a brief orientation of our surroundings and the hills on both sides of us, we were informed of the positions of Lee's Army. To be fair, we moved to the Pry House and McClellan's headquarters and the awesome, yet limited, point of view. We then moved on to the Miller Cornfield. We were able to take in the imposing sights that men in Hooker's First Corps saw at first light on September 17, 1862. At that point, John and I had to report on the activities of our regiments during that bloody day.  John & Jeffrey
 Gettysburg Semester Bloat  We moved back to the Visitor's Center to finish the events of the morning phase, including the action at the West Woods and George Greene's unheralded defense of the Dunkard Church Ridge. We went into Sharpsburg for a quick lunch, then trooped back immediately to the battlefield. We pulled up at the Bloody Lane, where we learned of the bloody incident that happened during the middle phase of the battle. To keep with the Gettysburg Semester tradition, we posed in the Bloody Lane for our recreation of the bloat. John Rudy took the cake for the best bloat, while my recreation of John Gordon fainting into his hat did not come out as well as I had hoped.
We next moved to the Bloody Lane's observation tower, where Dennis told us an incredibly moving story about how he removed three bullets from the chest of a member of the Irish Brigade found in a grave in front of the tower. It was an incredibly moving story, especially since it was easy to sense how much it meant to Dennis.    Tower


 View from the Tower Soon after, we pressed onward to Burnside's Bridge. We heard a spirited defense of Burnside from Dennis there. Joe and Anna managed to touch Antietam Creek after quite a struggle of finding a place low enough to do so, thereby keeping their streak tradition intact. We headed back into Sharpsburg for ice cream, only to find out that the Semester credit card would not be accepted. It was an unfortunate turn of events, but it did not dampen an otherwise fantastic day. After dropping off Dennis at the park center, we headed back to Gettysburg. The ride home was long, but eventful. We finally arrived at the Appleford at about seven-thirty that night. It had been a great day, but left us with a very important question: Do you smell hot brakes? The next blog will be Gettysburg: The First Day.
Burnside's Bridge  Antietam