6/25/18.
I honestly didn't know what to expect here. I knew it was a Civil War battlefield in a small, rural town. As far as what else may be here, and how it might be operated, my own ignorance, kept my expectations very low, and myself apprehensive. There was very little to go on as far as a virtual online presence in advance. At least that I could find. Or not find. I liked the fact that this site is open on Sundays. It gives Sunday drivers somewhere to drive. And they should. Drive here. And maybe put the right foot down with a few more pounds of pressure. Because this place is real. And it's incredible.
We live in a ridiculously absurd, and narcissistic age now, minute by minute, second by second, post by online post, where we get flared up, and all swollen because somebody typed or tapped with their thumbs or finger(s) some jibberish about this that, or the other.
Young men died here. Men on both sides. This country was at war. With itself. And tearing out its' guts doing it. Thousands died right here. On the grass and among the trees. Horrible, gruesome deaths. A bloodbath this was. A General died during the commencement of this very battle right here on this field.
The Union Army was making its' way up to nearby Shreveport, and was intercepted and caught by bloody surprise right here. In Mansfield.
The Union Army did not make it to Shreveport.
Not in early April of 1864.
How silly does that emoji seem now?
This is a State Park now, which is to say that it is very efficiently run, and the individuals on deck here, are extremely knowledgeable, polite, and helpful to a near fault. Bring your family. Bring your friends. Motorcycle Club. Schools should most definitely bring their students. If anything, just bring yourself. Walk the trails. Take it all in. And know what happened here. In April of 1864.
Open Wednesday-Sunday
9am-5pm
Closed Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Day.
$4 per person. Senior Citizens 62+, children under 3, gain free admission.
There are also covered picnic areas on site. read more