EXCERPT:
In the silent darkness, spread out in the night across the Maryland fields, I look upon thousands upon thousands of little points of light — small brown bags, each with a flickering candle. One for every dead or wounded soldier both North and South. On this first Saturday in December, volunteers have risen early, as they have for the past 15 years, to prepare this one-night citizen ceremony. Elderly widows, retired generals, and entry-level clerks place the bags across the Antietam battlefield and light each candle by dusk. The tiny flames float in the dark, their twinkling pattern undulating across the gentle hills; it is a haunting image, profoundly moving.
Publication History: Attaché SEPTEMBER 2003
