When we were in the visitor's center, we saw a painting of the battle here at the bridge. This tree, a sycamore, was called the witness tree. Back then, it was just a young wisp of a tree. Today, it is massive. I'm sure it enjoys it's more peaceful days in the present, rather than reflecting on the past. I couldn't help but wonder if there are any bullets still lodged deep in its bark.
Statues of soldiers tower over the battlefield as you drive (or run) through.
This is the Dunkard Church, which was a reference point for soldiers during the Civil War. At the day's end, it was used temporarily as a medical aid station.
On this day, we found reenactors set up around the church.
Inside, I was intrigued by various medical tools and bottles.
I confess that I totally have a thing for apothecary jars.
The boys learn from a soldier about how medicines were made during Civil War times.
I think some of the reenactors actually camped out over the weekend.
Ringing the bell, before hopping in the car for our journey home.
We learned that the Battle of Antietam was the bloodiest single day of battle in American history. Over 23,000 soldiers were killed, wounded, or went missing.
Talk about a profound event in American history.