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ON LOCATION: Monocacy Battlefield ( courtesy of Some n’ Unique Magazine LLC)

 

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K.G Bethlehem

The Battle of Monocacy

Here in Fredrick County Maryland lies the Monocacy National Battlefield, or as historians have coined it, “The Battle That Saved Washington DC.” The main reason for such a phrase was, in reality, the Union troops lost the battle, but they held the Confederates at bay long enough for Grant to send reinforcements. Through this article you will see pictures and short videos of my trek through he national battlefield. Crazy enough, there’s a thriving neighborhood that is within the park itself. There are 5 areas to explore, a couple of farms, mill and a bridge where the battle took place, at including the final engagement.

The Final Stand

Photo by K.G Bethlehem c/o Some’n Unique Magazine, LLC. July 2017

Photo by K.G Bethlehem c/o Some’n Unique Magazine, LLC. July 2017

Now its time for me to guild you through a guide to…

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When We Count Our Dead (Friday Night Poetry Corner #132)

 

 

Good evening everyone! Welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. Today, well this evening, this fantastic poet– Vikas Chandra, wrote an amazing poem of strong emotion. This work is called “When We Count Our Dead.” Read this great work, also visit his page. Trust me, there are more wonderful poems that follows the one that is on display…

vikas chandra

Bounties of war, swathed in stately shroud
Smell the rotting flesh, on martyrs’ pride!
Who lied to them, that a death avowed
Is the only deed, to be glorified!

Bravo, bravo! How many stars?
Will you earn, not see, with stony eyes
Whilst time fades your glory, those lasting scars
Are just for your kin, to rationalize!

To slumber amongst, a clan of killers
Who fight for their lands, or their régimes!
Nameless, faceless, same cadavers
Mere fodders, to their nations’ schemes!

Why histories love, to nurture wars
Into heroes’ epics, not a mean bloodshed
We raise new martyrs, to settle old scores
In the farms of gores, When We Count Our Dead!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra

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DALORI, Nigeria

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Dalori, Nigeria
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It’s almost a guarantee that if you speak about the unspeakable, that you are in fact thinking in terms of plain speech. The speech that is not covered with hidden vocabulary and pillows to help bruised egos. It’s the type of talk that is filled with anger. This is the type of anger that borderlines pure insanity and wishes nothing but contempt to what was just seen. It is hard to come to the realization that you saw this evil thing. This evil act of aggression in the name of religion and power but are both the same? Could it be by the one wielding such methods of control but the same results in this case. This case of murder. Unapologetic death.

You look at history and see the near genocide of the Native Americans in North, Central, and South Americas. You see the Trans-Atlantic slave…

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