Photos of the Gettysburg Address
These two photos are the only ones known in existence of the Address
The Speakers Platform (background)
Mr. Lincoln (center)
Blowup of center
Photos of the site today
Plaque in front of Monument
Soldiers National Monument at the site of the Gettysburg Address
National Cemetery, Gettysburg
View of Unknown Soldiers section of Cemetery
MichaelShane, who portrays
Private Patrick Dunn
27th Connecticut Infantry, Co. D
2nd Corps, 1st Div. 4th Brgd.
Marker of Connecticut section of Cemetery
Marker of Private Dunn's grave.
The 27th Conn. fought on July 2 at the Wheatfield.
One of the more notable photos of Gettysburg is the gateway arch to the famed Evergreen Cemetery, the town's public Cemetery, which lies directly beside the Soldiers National Cemetery and for which Cemetery Hill and Ridge are named for. On the left is how it appeared just after the battle in 1863. On the right is how it appears today.
Click HERE to read a poem written for Private Dunn
You lived a life of a farmer man in your New England home,
Came a call to arms from across the land, you knew you had to go.
The Blue and Gray, they took up sides, so you fought for the North,
To preserve the Union at any cost, into battle you marched forth.
The cold steel musket bullets soared,
The ground shook as the cannons roared,
The clash of bayonets filled the air.
The bodies all around you fell,
For hours on end you fought like hell,
Sometimes you thought you were really there.
Blood flowed like water through the fields on that fateful July day,
When you joined your comrades on the ground,
When a bullet came your way.
The Blue survived, but you did not,
And so your body fell,
To fight a war in eternity,
In a place that they call Hell.
And when the three day battle ended,
The Killer Angels had descended,
And took away more than fifty thousand souls.
And now this story's final words,
You met your end at Gettysburg,
But in your mind the battle rages on.
And now you lay 'neath an old elm tree,
Near where the ghost of Mr. Lincoln speaks,
Forever restless in eternity.
And as I stand here looking down,
Upon this Sacred, Hallowed Ground,
I weep for you, and all that died that day.
As I touch your grave with my fingers,
The memory of that war still lingers,
Which I know will never go away.
Michael S. Gherrity
July 5, 1995
This Award winning poem was published in the Famous Poets Society poetry book:
"Today's Famous Poems, On the Wings of Pegasus"
December 2003.
