<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Embedded</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I write the story</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of a battle fought and won, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when lying close beside me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is the body of my son? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was ordered to this field, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a place where his unit bled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wounded, left to die, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when even surgeons fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sole object of my interest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this, my oldest son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does it matter Lee was beaten? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the Union forces won? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All around me is death’s harvest-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for him, a fruitful one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will send you home to mother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and be cursed for what I’ve done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The photographers are roaming</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the fields of blood and gore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Taking pictures of the fallen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are bringing home the war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(This is the true story of George Wilkinson, a correspondent for the New York Times and his son, Lt. Bayard Wilkinson, late of the army of the Potomac. It is based in part on the article he wrote for the New York Times on 7/4/1863. This day saw Lee defeated and retreating from Gettysburg and the fall of Vicksburg. It was the decisive turning point of the Civil War)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419998" data-title="Embedded de John F. McCullagh" data-description="How can I write the story of a battle fought and won, when lying close beside me Is the body of my son? He was ordered to this field, a place where his unit bled. Wounded, left to die, when even surgeons fled. The sole object of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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