Six Young Men
Lonely soldiers, far from home, fighting for a way of life that is the only way they
have
known. Maybe it is wrong but it is wrong to their thinking to have others push their
ideals
into a life that is not your own. The young soldiers will fight for their freedoms to the
death...
Solid granite stone, bear above the ground, marking a spot along the wire road that
will
become a place called The Rock, Georgia. A little known battle raged there in the
civil war.
The soldiers decided their freedom had to be now, love beckoned the boys to their
homes
and sweethearts. Their lives ended at The Rock, execution style, fighting to go
home.
Abandoning their arms, to return to home and the ones who mattered most. War
has their
blood spread on The rock, and six simple unmarked graves along the road,
forgotten...
Ideals lost, lives lost, love lost, forgotten graves of earth, in the shade of the oak
tree.
This is about CSA graves at The Rock, Ga, that is all that is real, the rest is fiction.
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