Looking Back to Bull Run
Today I am flying back home to
The Visitor’s Center at the
I was a half hour behind schedule. I was disappointed not only in the lost time, but because the time I lost was cool morning time. Hot morning time was rapidly on its way. I went into the Visitor’s Center/Museum and paid my admission. The Park Service guy gave me a quick overview and a recommendation for the amount of time I had to spend. There were several trails that would take you to various parts of the battlefield. I only had time for the short Henry Hill trail.
But first I took a quick tour of the Museum. They had several displays, but the one that really caught my eye was the one with the 6 pound canister. A canister is kind of like a very large shotgun shell for the cannon. It is a cylinder packed with lead balls the size of small plums. The cylinder/canister is packed into the cannon, with a charge of gun powder and when the charge is ignited (touched off); the carnage this would cause was devastating. Battles in the Civil War, especially early on featured Napoleonic tactics, with lines and lines of men marching forward. When a canister shot would be leveled against the advancing lines, 10 to 20 foot sections of men would fall. Getting hit anywhere would guarantee that you were at least out of action, if not killed. Taking one of these balls in a limb meant a surgeon would be sawing off what ever the shot did not carry away.
Directly outside the museum was a row of cannons, and a display to explain the Henry Hill walking trail and a bit about the battle. This leads into another history lesson. There were two battles fought here in
The trail and site that covered the First Battle of Manassas was all that I would have time to tour. First
But, that is what was expected. There was no secret that a battle was joining to take place and people from nearby
“Form! Form! (The command to make straight battle lines and face the enemy) There stands
It worked; the Southern boys made a stand and turned the tide of battle. And, not inconsequentially a legend was born. Not General Bernard Bee, who was killed in battle just minutes after making his plea. No, that day, the legend of Stonewall Jackson was to carry to troops on both sides of the fight.
I already knew this story before I arrived, but reading the words, and seeing the cannons and topography, I got goose bumps. I can only imagine what it was like 145 years ago.
I spent about two hours wandering the Henry Hill trail. I saw the Henry home. Henry was the name of the family that owned a good part of the land where First Manassas was fought. The "Hill" part came from the high ground on the farm. The matriarch, Judith Henry, in her eighties, was the only civilian casualty that day. She had not wanted to leave her home and was killed when battle fire passed through her home. I also saw the Stone House, which was used as a hospital that day. Most accounts of the battle mention this house, as it was such a prominent landmark.
I learned quite a bit about the people of lived on the land during the battle. But, mostly, I picked up things about the battle and then the quest to honor those who fought and fell during the battles. There are numerous markers and memorials to those men. Some very specific, like the large statue of General Jackson, and some, like the Henry Hill Memorial, cast the net to capture all the men who fought.
I wished I could have spent all day there. I would have loved to wander all of the various trails and see all that the park had to offer. But, I had to settle for the time I had. But, all too soon I was back in my car and heading for Dulles International and my flight home. But, I can tell you I will never forget my first experience on a Civil War battlefield. I’m looking forward to my trip to








