Mark and I visited the Little Big Horn Battlefield today. I had to use the facilities while there and as I was so occupied I started thinking how wierd it was to be tinkling in such a hallowed place. Such is the turn of my mind.
Anyway, the battlefield was awe inspiring. The ranger gave a really good talk about the battle and events leading up to it. Me, I am on the Native American's side. I mean after all there you are chewing the buffalo fat with your buddies (about 8,000 of them) and there on the hill is this blonde haired, white guy waving a pistol and telling his 200 or so troops to have thier way with you. Seriously Dude, your going to be that way? Okeedokee. Obviously Custer overestimated his fire power and underestimated the Indians "Oh, no you didn't.
All kidding aside the area is absolutely breathtaking and there is a pressure there that is unmistakable. Voices still call to each other and death chants still resonate. The grave markers are not all together like in a cemetery but placed where the person fell. White for the soldiers and red for Indians (irony there?) The actual site of Custer's "Last Stand" on the side of a hill, scattered with the forty or so grave markers (including his) really makes an impression.
Here are a few pictures:
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| Indian Encampment |
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| Custer's last stand |
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| Grave markers |
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| Proof that he is still with me |
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