I'm reading about the Battle of Chickamauga in Shelby Foote's The Civil War. It turned out to be the second bloodiest battle ever fought on American soil, an all-out slugfest along the west bank of the Chickamauga Creek in Georgia.
All morning, here on the Confederate right, the struggle was touch and go, until the beginning was unrememberable and no end seemed possible. All there was was now, a raging fury. When an owl flew up, startled out of a tree by the battle racket, some crows attacked it in flight between the lines. “Moses, what a country!” a soldier exclaimed as he watched. “The very birds are fighting.”
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