Today we’ve been to this place with our friends and hosts – the Thomsens. It was the site of the bloodiest day in the Civil War – 150 years ago exactly just a few weeks ago. We wanted to see something of the Civil War which fascinated our grandson, Max, for many years. We stood on the very ground where the battles of that day were waged; and walked down to the bridge where the Unionists (the North) and the Confederates (the South) fought an almighty battle. Looking at it all today it’s hard to imagine the war could have been fought in such peaceful and serene surroundings.
Antietam is pronounced an-teet-am.
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