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<\/path><\/svg><\/span><\/span>Estimated reading time: <\/span>12<\/span> minutes<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Modern folks living in Jerusalem, Hiroshima, Bastogne, Volgograd, or Rome likely don\u2019t believe anything of consequence ever happened in their neck of the woods. Familiarity might not necessarily breed contempt, but it does reliably foment apathy. It\u2019s tough to get excited about the history of a place with which you feel you are so intimately familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sam Ragland is buried right down the road from where I live. His story is both poignant and horrible.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I admit to harboring a bit of that myself. I live in the suburbs of a tiny little town in north central Mississippi. My community is little more than a crossroads, so the suburbs reference is a subjective assessment at best. Suffice to say, I do like my solitude.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the pastoral aspect of the place that first sold me on it. My little corner of heaven is quiet. When it isn\u2019t, I made it that way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I bumped into a sweet lady in my medical clinic who had grown up hereabouts. She related a most fascinating local tale that reached all the way back to the American Civil War. Her story was poignant, gripping, disturbing, and sad all in comparable measure. It also unfolded underneath my very feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This nondescript gravel road doesn’t look like much. However, a great deal of pathos was spilled in this place.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

That brief discussion sparked a quest for the details. This deep into the Information Age, those details were readily ascertained. All that was required was a determined detective with a serviceable Internet connection. The lion\u2019s share of what you are about to read took place within two miles of where I sit typing these words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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