June 12, 2024 • 17 mins
On this episode of Our American Stories, listener Richard Hood takes us to the Battle of Fredericksburg and tells a story about compassion in the midst of America's deadliest war.
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Speaker 1 (00:10):
This is Lee Habib and this is our American Stories,
and we tell stories about everything here on the show,
including yours. Send them to our American Stories dot com.
They're some of our favorites. Indeed. Up next is a
listener's story from Valencia, California. This is a history story
that is fascinated listener Richard Hood for a long time
(00:31):
and he wanted to share it with us.
Speaker 2 (00:33):
Take it away, Richard.
Speaker 3 (00:37):
You've probably heard that the darker the place, the brighter
any light appears. Well, I'd like to share with you
a story about a very dark place and a very
bright light, in fact, an angel of light known as
the Angel of Mary's Heights. It all happened back in
the month of December sixty two, and I'm talking about
(00:59):
eight six two, during our country's bloodiest war, the Civil War,
officially known as the War between the States, but more
poignantly as the Brother's War.
Speaker 2 (01:10):
One reason why it was called the Brother's War is.
Speaker 3 (01:12):
Because the war actually did pit in some cases brother
against brother. You can imagine, you know, if you have
an older brother and he's gone off to Afghanistan to fight.
That's one thing. What if he was going off to
Afghanistan to fight you. That kind of changes the whole
familial situation. And in the Civil War, the brother's war
(01:36):
that not only happened on occasion a father was sometimes
pitted against son. So complicated. So let me tell you
more about this angel though, because at the Battle of
Fredericksburg there was an important vantage point, a cliff top
called Mary's Heights. The Southern Confederate Army was wisely using
(01:57):
it as a canon emplacement. Below this cliff was a
protective wall keeping the Northern Army from gaining that cliff top.
Hunkered down behind this wall, protecting the stronghold, was one
of many soldiers in this case, a Confederate sergeant who
had during America's bloodiest battle to come anteet them, would
later lose his life, but he will survive this day,
(02:21):
and a good thing for you, because otherwise you won't
survive either. So are you ready to do a little pretending,
ready to travel back to your fateful day in time? Okay,
Well here we go then, So you're up before Reveley today.
(02:42):
You've only had a thin, dirty old blanket to cover
her during the night, and can't really sleep that well anyway.
But the bugle does sound, and you hear revee, and
so you get up, splash some water on your face
to believe yourself of the dust that covers everything and
adds to the dry mouth off the battle that's to come.
You look down at your socks, filthy socks, barely holding together,
(03:07):
and you put on your boots that have holes in them,
but you're grateful because you actually have boots. You start
to smell the coffee that someone has started, and that's
going to be one of your sole pleasures today, and
you're grateful for that too. Little comforts are pretty big
when that's all you've got. You're in the army now,
as they say, and you're an infantryman in the Army
(03:30):
of the Potomac, the Northern Army of the Union. Abraham
Lincoln is your president, and you're facing off against the
Confederate States of America, the Southern States, whose president is
Jefferson Davis. Want you to take a moment and notice
the coarseness of your blue uniform. Also, I want to
(03:50):
put on that rucksack again today, and as you do so,
you try and adjust your shoulder straps to find an
area of your shoulders that hasn't been rubbed raw. Yet
this is going to be adjusted throughout the day. You're
going to be trading minor pains for greater bains. And
you're also going to notice that pack smells strongly of salt,
(04:12):
and you come to realize that's from your own sweat,
and within an hour of your pack's going to be
soaked again, just as will the back of your uniform.
The enemy sergeant behind that wall that you're approaching, he
was promoted on the battlefield, having survived the Battle of Chancellorsville,
(04:32):
the fabled Gettysburg and then Chickamaugua two, and his luck
better not run out today because it's tied directly to yours.
You're up against a real hero, the last thing you're
feeling like being, and a hero, not due to what
he's already done and survived, but what he will do
from the other side of that wall. He's hunkered down behind,
(04:55):
from behind that wall, separating today not just the quick
from the dead, but the quick from those not very
quietly or quickly die. So on that suery note, let's
load up and start marching in the direction of that
enemy wall. It's not until around noon that the first
(05:16):
wave of your assaults begin in front of that wall,
and no wave reaches as far as that wall. They
continue though, one after another, and they're also mowed down,
one after the other.
Speaker 2 (05:32):
The reports are not favorable.
Speaker 3 (05:35):
Your comrades get as close as seventy five feet away
from that blasted wall, and that's it. It's going to
be your turn any minute. But before you go, you
get the chance to look around and see all the
carnage that has gone on before you, and you see
how it's.
Speaker 2 (05:53):
Likely to go for you.
Speaker 3 (05:55):
You see the killing field between you and that wall,
and you see a bottleneck at a ditch that has
only three possible crossable bridges, and no matter which one
you choose, it appears to be nothing but a slaughter pen.
Speaker 1 (06:13):
And you've been listening to Richard Hood And by the way,
he is a listener, as we said before, from Valencia, California,
and a heck of a storyteller, putting us in the spot,
in the time, in the context, which is so important
as a storyteller, and how we should always look at history.
No one knew what was going to happen in that
war when it started. No one knew it was going
(06:36):
to happen when they charged the next wall or the
next hill, except from what happened in plain sight from
the other guys who had just charged. And it's so true.
This Civil War, this war between the States, did pit
brother against brother, father against son. The Revolutionary War did
the same thing in large measure. Two, when we come back,
(06:58):
we're going to continue this fromark story, the story of
the Angel of Saint Mary's Heights here on our American story. Folks,
(07:30):
if you love the stories we tell about this great country,
and especially the stories of America's rich past, know that
all of our stories about American history, from war to innovation,
culture and faith, are brought to us by the great
folks at Hillsdale College, a place where students study all
the things that are beautiful in life and all the
things that are good in life. And if you can't
cut to Hillsdale, Hillsdale will come to you with their
(07:52):
free and terrific online courses. Go to Hillsdale dot edu
to learn more. And we returned to our American stories
and Richard Hood's story of an impactful moment in the
(08:15):
Civil War. When we last left off, Richard was taking
us back in time to the Battle of Fredericksburg, let's
pick up where we last left off.
Speaker 3 (08:25):
You're exhausted from marching and fighting, and you're fighting off exhaustion.
Now you have to fight with absolutely no adrenaline left.
It's almost gone, and your mind is shifting gears down
to its most basic and primal functions, while the world
around you appears more and more like some kind of
(08:45):
outdoor insane asylum. Above the wall up on Mary's Heights,
the opposing Confederate canons begin to let loose, so when
you hear the order to charge, you're going to not
only face a continuous sheet of flame from frontal small
(09:06):
arms fire directed at you, but dismembering in deadly artillery
fire raining from above as well. And later one of
the Confederate artillery men would remark that not even a
chicken could live on that field. You're looking for some
way to increase the odds of your survival, and you
(09:28):
can't think of a thing, and the insensible amount of death,
along with its apparent utter randomness, sickens you. From what
you can see, you should be one of this day's
twelve thousand, six hundred casualties, and it doesn't look like
you're going to be evacuated should you become wounded, which
(09:49):
is likely, nor does it appear that you will receive
for a stid but instead it does appear that you're
going to lie there unattended, becoming just one more member
of the choir of mon. You can ask veterans of
any war, and they'll tell you that of all the
horrors of war, the psychologically worst may well be the
(10:13):
tortured cries of their brothers in arms, insufferable agony when
there's nothing they can do to come to their aid
without exposing their position or putting others in danger, or
becoming just like them, another screaming casualty. And whether it's
medieval or modern weapons used to cause this carnage, you
(10:33):
will always hear cries for one thing, for water. But
this dehydration is caused from blood loss. Now, as in
any fight, your mouth is dry, and at any moment
it might become drier still from the loss of your blood.
And then, surprisingly do you, despite its overwhelming odds and predictability,
(10:57):
that indeed happens with the realization of your fears having
come upon you, Pain and its companions of shock and
immobility join forces against you. You are now one casualty
among the day's eight thousand casualties. So you're asking yourself
what was so important about that wall? Why couldn't your
(11:21):
commanders simply have gone around it? As you drift in
and out of consciousness, whether half dreaming or awake, thoughts
are distilled for you and reduced to one thing and
one desire, only for water. Finally night comes on, and
though your groans and poles are lost among the thousands
(11:44):
of the others around you, you have never felt more alone.
Speaker 2 (11:49):
No one is coming, no one will be coming in time.
Speaker 3 (11:54):
So weary from battle himself and desperate for rest, the
Confederate sergeant has been kept from sleep all this same
night thanks to yours and all the other pitiful, disturbing,
and debilitating cries of those not quite yet dead. By morning,
he can't take it any longer, and so this enemy
(12:15):
soldier asked permission to put you out of your misery.
In both his sides and your own sufferings, he's just
stared at. He stared at as if he's lost his
senses or has battle fatigue. Sniping at the wounded is
just not done. But he's no sniper, and what he's
(12:35):
asking his commanders for is permission to go over that
wall and meet you head on, to come not to
silence you, but.
Speaker 2 (12:44):
To bring you water.
Speaker 3 (12:47):
His commanders tell him of the bullets awaiting him on
such a fool's errand making him a casualty of well,
either enemy or mistaken friendly fire. And they tell him no,
but he is totally aware and totally determined and persistent.
Speaker 2 (13:03):
Yes.
Speaker 3 (13:04):
Most of the wounded are like you, his enemy, or
were now you seem more like fellow mortals, just bleeding
out and drying up. He requests to carry a white
handkerchief as a sign of cease fire, and he keeps
asking until he gets permission. He seeks, but he is
(13:25):
told that no handkerchief, no flag of truce, will be allowed.
He'll be on his own, and he'll be all. You've
got your last chance for tomorrow meets your sworn enemy,
Richard Kirkland, Confederate Army sergeant, aged twenty. The odds of
(13:46):
help coming to you via Kirkland are less than the
odds were of being wounded. There are just too many
wounded sprawled in front of that wall, and Kirkland has well,
he's alone, and he has no plan except for the
filling of every canteen he can find, and it seems
(14:07):
time itself holds its breath, is over the wall. He
slips with you in that no man's land between earthly
consciousness and eternity. Eventually he does, indeed stumble upon you,
literally falls over you, and reaching down to support your head,
he gives you all he can from the canteen's left.
(14:31):
He takes off his jacket and covers you with it.
You try to raise your hand and astonished thanks, but
there's no need, as he can read the gratitude in
your eyes. Not a shot is heard in that hour
and a half. The Kirkland spends racing from soldier to soldier,
(14:51):
as if in respectful awe of what is happening and
what he's risking. All that is heard are the plane
of cry for the water that is now at least
a possibility. He attends to friend and foe alike, both
sides Americans, both sides brothers of a sort once again,
(15:13):
even if only brothers of the dust. Years later, some
will claim it wasn't Kirkling, but someone else, or many
other someone else's. Others will claim that he was sniped at,
even wounded, but you know better because you were there,
although you're a wonder for the rest of your life.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
Why he did it?
Speaker 3 (15:35):
What wasn't that was worth more to him than his
own physical life? How could he be so certain there
was something even more important than his own fears? What
or who puts that instinct or knowledge into people that
results in bringing the Kingdom of Heaven not just onto earth,
(15:58):
but overcoming hell on earth. You won't hear Kirkland's name
mentioned nowadays, but you see it doesn't matter. He's not
a household name because heroes don't do heroic things for
the fame. Their self lessness can inspire us to other,
if lesser acts of love. Love, we must remember, is
(16:20):
an action. While Kirkland indeed survived this day as a result,
you did as well. His eventual dying concern was still
for others, particularly his father, whom he wanted to know
that his son had died right. Perhaps more important is
living right day by day, and to do that, you
(16:44):
and I must know what we are living for. Why
we were given life. This is everyone's foundation, so that
building up and out from that foundation brings meaning and
purpose to our lives. So that as much of our
lives as possible bring relief and life to others. You know,
(17:08):
you have to wonder why such stories of heroism create
such a unique response in us psychologically, physiologically, spiritually. It
seems to contradict a spirit less, self serving, survival of
the fittest and purposeless worldview.
Speaker 2 (17:28):
Perhaps the Brothers War.
Speaker 3 (17:30):
Was but one act in a long play designed to
help us recognize and appreciate the true cost of love,
of redemption and reconciliation.
Speaker 1 (17:45):
And a special thanks to Monty Montgomery for the production.
Richard Hood's story the Angel of Saint Mary's Heights story
here on our American Stories
This is Lee Habib and this is our American Stories,
and we tell stories about everything here on the show,
including yours. Send them to our American Stories dot com.
They're some of our favorites. Indeed. Up next is a
listener's story from Valencia, California. This is a history story
that is fascinated listener Richard Hood for a long time
(00:31):
and he wanted to share it with us.
Speaker 2 (00:33):
Take it away, Richard.
Speaker 3 (00:37):
You've probably heard that the darker the place, the brighter
any light appears. Well, I'd like to share with you
a story about a very dark place and a very
bright light, in fact, an angel of light known as
the Angel of Mary's Heights. It all happened back in
the month of December sixty two, and I'm talking about
(00:59):
eight six two, during our country's bloodiest war, the Civil War,
officially known as the War between the States, but more
poignantly as the Brother's War.
Speaker 2 (01:10):
One reason why it was called the Brother's War is.
Speaker 3 (01:12):
Because the war actually did pit in some cases brother
against brother. You can imagine, you know, if you have
an older brother and he's gone off to Afghanistan to fight.
That's one thing. What if he was going off to
Afghanistan to fight you. That kind of changes the whole
familial situation. And in the Civil War, the brother's war
(01:36):
that not only happened on occasion a father was sometimes
pitted against son. So complicated. So let me tell you
more about this angel though, because at the Battle of
Fredericksburg there was an important vantage point, a cliff top
called Mary's Heights. The Southern Confederate Army was wisely using
(01:57):
it as a canon emplacement. Below this cliff was a
protective wall keeping the Northern Army from gaining that cliff top.
Hunkered down behind this wall, protecting the stronghold, was one
of many soldiers in this case, a Confederate sergeant who
had during America's bloodiest battle to come anteet them, would
later lose his life, but he will survive this day,
(02:21):
and a good thing for you, because otherwise you won't
survive either. So are you ready to do a little pretending,
ready to travel back to your fateful day in time? Okay,
Well here we go then, So you're up before Reveley today.
(02:42):
You've only had a thin, dirty old blanket to cover
her during the night, and can't really sleep that well anyway.
But the bugle does sound, and you hear revee, and
so you get up, splash some water on your face
to believe yourself of the dust that covers everything and
adds to the dry mouth off the battle that's to come.
You look down at your socks, filthy socks, barely holding together,
(03:07):
and you put on your boots that have holes in them,
but you're grateful because you actually have boots. You start
to smell the coffee that someone has started, and that's
going to be one of your sole pleasures today, and
you're grateful for that too. Little comforts are pretty big
when that's all you've got. You're in the army now,
as they say, and you're an infantryman in the Army
(03:30):
of the Potomac, the Northern Army of the Union. Abraham
Lincoln is your president, and you're facing off against the
Confederate States of America, the Southern States, whose president is
Jefferson Davis. Want you to take a moment and notice
the coarseness of your blue uniform. Also, I want to
(03:50):
put on that rucksack again today, and as you do so,
you try and adjust your shoulder straps to find an
area of your shoulders that hasn't been rubbed raw. Yet
this is going to be adjusted throughout the day. You're
going to be trading minor pains for greater bains. And
you're also going to notice that pack smells strongly of salt,
(04:12):
and you come to realize that's from your own sweat,
and within an hour of your pack's going to be
soaked again, just as will the back of your uniform.
The enemy sergeant behind that wall that you're approaching, he
was promoted on the battlefield, having survived the Battle of Chancellorsville,
(04:32):
the fabled Gettysburg and then Chickamaugua two, and his luck
better not run out today because it's tied directly to yours.
You're up against a real hero, the last thing you're
feeling like being, and a hero, not due to what
he's already done and survived, but what he will do
from the other side of that wall. He's hunkered down behind,
(04:55):
from behind that wall, separating today not just the quick
from the dead, but the quick from those not very
quietly or quickly die. So on that suery note, let's
load up and start marching in the direction of that
enemy wall. It's not until around noon that the first
(05:16):
wave of your assaults begin in front of that wall,
and no wave reaches as far as that wall. They
continue though, one after another, and they're also mowed down,
one after the other.
Speaker 2 (05:32):
The reports are not favorable.
Speaker 3 (05:35):
Your comrades get as close as seventy five feet away
from that blasted wall, and that's it. It's going to
be your turn any minute. But before you go, you
get the chance to look around and see all the
carnage that has gone on before you, and you see
how it's.
Speaker 2 (05:53):
Likely to go for you.
Speaker 3 (05:55):
You see the killing field between you and that wall,
and you see a bottleneck at a ditch that has
only three possible crossable bridges, and no matter which one
you choose, it appears to be nothing but a slaughter pen.
Speaker 1 (06:13):
And you've been listening to Richard Hood And by the way,
he is a listener, as we said before, from Valencia, California,
and a heck of a storyteller, putting us in the spot,
in the time, in the context, which is so important
as a storyteller, and how we should always look at history.
No one knew what was going to happen in that
war when it started. No one knew it was going
(06:36):
to happen when they charged the next wall or the
next hill, except from what happened in plain sight from
the other guys who had just charged. And it's so true.
This Civil War, this war between the States, did pit
brother against brother, father against son. The Revolutionary War did
the same thing in large measure. Two, when we come back,
(06:58):
we're going to continue this fromark story, the story of
the Angel of Saint Mary's Heights here on our American story. Folks,
(07:30):
if you love the stories we tell about this great country,
and especially the stories of America's rich past, know that
all of our stories about American history, from war to innovation,
culture and faith, are brought to us by the great
folks at Hillsdale College, a place where students study all
the things that are beautiful in life and all the
things that are good in life. And if you can't
cut to Hillsdale, Hillsdale will come to you with their
(07:52):
free and terrific online courses. Go to Hillsdale dot edu
to learn more. And we returned to our American stories
and Richard Hood's story of an impactful moment in the
(08:15):
Civil War. When we last left off, Richard was taking
us back in time to the Battle of Fredericksburg, let's
pick up where we last left off.
Speaker 3 (08:25):
You're exhausted from marching and fighting, and you're fighting off exhaustion.
Now you have to fight with absolutely no adrenaline left.
It's almost gone, and your mind is shifting gears down
to its most basic and primal functions, while the world
around you appears more and more like some kind of
(08:45):
outdoor insane asylum. Above the wall up on Mary's Heights,
the opposing Confederate canons begin to let loose, so when
you hear the order to charge, you're going to not
only face a continuous sheet of flame from frontal small
(09:06):
arms fire directed at you, but dismembering in deadly artillery
fire raining from above as well. And later one of
the Confederate artillery men would remark that not even a
chicken could live on that field. You're looking for some
way to increase the odds of your survival, and you
(09:28):
can't think of a thing, and the insensible amount of death,
along with its apparent utter randomness, sickens you. From what
you can see, you should be one of this day's
twelve thousand, six hundred casualties, and it doesn't look like
you're going to be evacuated should you become wounded, which
(09:49):
is likely, nor does it appear that you will receive
for a stid but instead it does appear that you're
going to lie there unattended, becoming just one more member
of the choir of mon. You can ask veterans of
any war, and they'll tell you that of all the
horrors of war, the psychologically worst may well be the
(10:13):
tortured cries of their brothers in arms, insufferable agony when
there's nothing they can do to come to their aid
without exposing their position or putting others in danger, or
becoming just like them, another screaming casualty. And whether it's
medieval or modern weapons used to cause this carnage, you
(10:33):
will always hear cries for one thing, for water. But
this dehydration is caused from blood loss. Now, as in
any fight, your mouth is dry, and at any moment
it might become drier still from the loss of your blood.
And then, surprisingly do you, despite its overwhelming odds and predictability,
(10:57):
that indeed happens with the realization of your fears having
come upon you, Pain and its companions of shock and
immobility join forces against you. You are now one casualty
among the day's eight thousand casualties. So you're asking yourself
what was so important about that wall? Why couldn't your
(11:21):
commanders simply have gone around it? As you drift in
and out of consciousness, whether half dreaming or awake, thoughts
are distilled for you and reduced to one thing and
one desire, only for water. Finally night comes on, and
though your groans and poles are lost among the thousands
(11:44):
of the others around you, you have never felt more alone.
Speaker 2 (11:49):
No one is coming, no one will be coming in time.
Speaker 3 (11:54):
So weary from battle himself and desperate for rest, the
Confederate sergeant has been kept from sleep all this same
night thanks to yours and all the other pitiful, disturbing,
and debilitating cries of those not quite yet dead. By morning,
he can't take it any longer, and so this enemy
(12:15):
soldier asked permission to put you out of your misery.
In both his sides and your own sufferings, he's just
stared at. He stared at as if he's lost his
senses or has battle fatigue. Sniping at the wounded is
just not done. But he's no sniper, and what he's
(12:35):
asking his commanders for is permission to go over that
wall and meet you head on, to come not to
silence you, but.
Speaker 2 (12:44):
To bring you water.
Speaker 3 (12:47):
His commanders tell him of the bullets awaiting him on
such a fool's errand making him a casualty of well,
either enemy or mistaken friendly fire. And they tell him no,
but he is totally aware and totally determined and persistent.
Speaker 2 (13:03):
Yes.
Speaker 3 (13:04):
Most of the wounded are like you, his enemy, or
were now you seem more like fellow mortals, just bleeding
out and drying up. He requests to carry a white
handkerchief as a sign of cease fire, and he keeps
asking until he gets permission. He seeks, but he is
(13:25):
told that no handkerchief, no flag of truce, will be allowed.
He'll be on his own, and he'll be all. You've
got your last chance for tomorrow meets your sworn enemy,
Richard Kirkland, Confederate Army sergeant, aged twenty. The odds of
(13:46):
help coming to you via Kirkland are less than the
odds were of being wounded. There are just too many
wounded sprawled in front of that wall, and Kirkland has well,
he's alone, and he has no plan except for the
filling of every canteen he can find, and it seems
(14:07):
time itself holds its breath, is over the wall. He
slips with you in that no man's land between earthly
consciousness and eternity. Eventually he does, indeed stumble upon you,
literally falls over you, and reaching down to support your head,
he gives you all he can from the canteen's left.
(14:31):
He takes off his jacket and covers you with it.
You try to raise your hand and astonished thanks, but
there's no need, as he can read the gratitude in
your eyes. Not a shot is heard in that hour
and a half. The Kirkland spends racing from soldier to soldier,
(14:51):
as if in respectful awe of what is happening and
what he's risking. All that is heard are the plane
of cry for the water that is now at least
a possibility. He attends to friend and foe alike, both
sides Americans, both sides brothers of a sort once again,
(15:13):
even if only brothers of the dust. Years later, some
will claim it wasn't Kirkling, but someone else, or many
other someone else's. Others will claim that he was sniped at,
even wounded, but you know better because you were there,
although you're a wonder for the rest of your life.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
Why he did it?
Speaker 3 (15:35):
What wasn't that was worth more to him than his
own physical life? How could he be so certain there
was something even more important than his own fears? What
or who puts that instinct or knowledge into people that
results in bringing the Kingdom of Heaven not just onto earth,
(15:58):
but overcoming hell on earth. You won't hear Kirkland's name
mentioned nowadays, but you see it doesn't matter. He's not
a household name because heroes don't do heroic things for
the fame. Their self lessness can inspire us to other,
if lesser acts of love. Love, we must remember, is
(16:20):
an action. While Kirkland indeed survived this day as a result,
you did as well. His eventual dying concern was still
for others, particularly his father, whom he wanted to know
that his son had died right. Perhaps more important is
living right day by day, and to do that, you
(16:44):
and I must know what we are living for. Why
we were given life. This is everyone's foundation, so that
building up and out from that foundation brings meaning and
purpose to our lives. So that as much of our
lives as possible bring relief and life to others. You know,
(17:08):
you have to wonder why such stories of heroism create
such a unique response in us psychologically, physiologically, spiritually. It
seems to contradict a spirit less, self serving, survival of
the fittest and purposeless worldview.
Speaker 2 (17:28):
Perhaps the Brothers War.
Speaker 3 (17:30):
Was but one act in a long play designed to
help us recognize and appreciate the true cost of love,
of redemption and reconciliation.
Speaker 1 (17:45):
And a special thanks to Monty Montgomery for the production.
Richard Hood's story the Angel of Saint Mary's Heights story
here on our American Stories
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