Slaughter Pen Farm

At Slaughter Pen Farm, a plowed field beyond the road was trampled into mud, its winter stubble crushed by the hoofs of straining horses, the heavy wheels of cannon, and the slogging feet of hundreds of men. From a chain of hills, a Confederate artillerist saw fully half of the Union army, including its reserves, coming into position and called it a grand sight.

Virginia · United States