Introduction

In the eighties, made friends with a group of kids and formed a curious kind of club. We were all looking for books on civil war battles in the northern virginia area. When our parents and friends failed to believe or understand us, we had each other. Years later, i discovered my absolute dread place, ox hill battlefield park. Nestled between an apartment complex and a shopping centere, shrouded in dense pine trees like tall gates. This deeply sunken plot isn't even half an acre of land. I first came upon it on my bike. Under a bright sky, something called me from its depths. As i peddled on an adjoining sidewalk, i stopped and felt the