WITNESSING THE SURRENDER
April 26, 2015
On April 26, 1865, Confederate General Joseph E. Johnston surrendered his army to Union General William Tecumseh Sherman at a small farm between Durham and Hillsborough, North Carolina.
It is at Bennett Place that the American Civil War came to an end.
One Hundred and Fifty years later, the Fat Bald White Guy and his faithful Hiking Companion ventured to this special place to watch a reenactment of the surrender complete with Billy Yanks and Johnny Rebs.
A young private from the 21st Ohio stood guard at the Unity Monument. Note the wreaths of flowers placed at the monument and the black arm band on the soldiers arm.
Over 600,000 Americans lost their lives in this senseless war, a fact that was on my mind today. This young man would have been the age of a typical soldier.
Over 600,000 Americans lost their lives in this senseless war, a fact that was on my mind today. This young man would have been the age of a typical soldier.
The Bennett Farm house was chosen because it was conveniently located between the two armies. The farm had been occupied by the Bennett Family since 1846. Several members of the family were Confederate soldiers, at least one had died from illness while deployed.
The two Generals looking for a way to end the war met on several occasions beginning April 17, 1865 and ending with the formal surrender and stacking of arms on April 26, 1865. The historical site features a visitor's center and museum as well as a historically accurate replica farmstead.
The original chimney adorns farm house where the negotiations and final surrender took place.
An open parade ground is adjacent. On this day the farm was buzzing with activity as Union soldiers were bivouacked in the woods on one end of the field and Confederate soldiers occupied the other end.
Milling around the parade ground intermingling with the spectators were some of the principal actors of the day. General Johnston was in a finely tailored grey dress uniform and "Uncle Billy" Sherman sported a ruddy red beard.
The Generals also took time to talk with members of the North Carolina General Assembly.... Gosh, I hope they are not negotiating new surrender terms! I would hate to think we would have to allow more Yanks to move south!
Comrades...I earnestly exhort you to observe faithfully the terms of the pacification agreed upon; and to discharge the obligations of good and peaceful citizens, as well as you have performed the duties of thorough soldiers in the field. By such course, you will best secure the comfort of your families and kindred, and restore tranquility to the country.
Receiving their final orders, the Confederate Army marched across the field and faced the Union Army and began the surrender of arms.
Each man in turn touching and even kissing the flag before stacking arms.
During this ceremony, not a word was said by anyone. It was a solemn and sad experience, with one spectator behind us even wiping her eyes as she softly cried as the arms were stacked.
As I watched I recalled the words of a Confederate Veteran who said:
"May justice and righteousness dwell in the land, may mutual tolerance and forbearance take the place of sectional jealousy and bitterness; may the God of love so completely fill the hearts and minds of this people that the god of battles may nevermore find room in their thoughts; may the reign of the Prince of Peace speedily begin and His blessed dominion extend over God's beautiful earth." (Dr. H.T. Bahnson)
Musicians sang patriotic songs of the era.....and folks gathered to commemorate the day with a Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America.
Many a son of the Old North State gave their life in this senseless war. Over 600,000 men died....slaves were freed ....but it took 100 years for African Americans to be afforded equal rights. There had to have been a better way.
Joseph E. Johnston stood bareheaded at the February funeral of General Sherman in New York.] A concerned bystander leaned forward. "General, please put on your hat; you might get sick." But Johnston would not. His warrior's heart would not let him deny his old friend a soldier's last honor. "If I were in his place," Johnston said, "and he were standing here in mine, he would not put on his hat." Ten days later, Joe Johnston was dead.
in To The Last Cartridge by Robert Barr Smith