Monday, April 7th. Yesterday's victors are now the vanquished. Joe Johnston's men now answer to P.G.T. Beauregard. The victory that seemed so clear last night has slipped away. Those that hid beneath the bluffs of Pittsburg Landing now own the battlefield. The little pond near the fields is now crimson red with blood. The beautiful peach trees that were full of blooms just days ago are now bare; stripped nude by the hail of cannon fire and small arms fire. The air was so thick with lead that two, and even three bullets were found on the field fused together in midair.
Tonight marks the bloodiest battle that America has known.
Chilidog
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