History Memory And The Hunt For Civil War Relics
Now, Tom probably was the greatest relic hunter who’s ever lived. He roamed battlefields all over the South, scouring them with a World War II mine detector that would ping with sonarlike excitement whenever it passed over heavy metal: Minié balls, bayonets, shrapnel, unexploded projectiles. If anybody knew what he was doing when it came to handling century-old ordnance, Tom was the man. Eventually the walls of my uncle’s rec room were lined with neatly catalogued artillery shells and other treasures dug up from yards in Atlanta, swamps in South Carolina, even pulled from the bottom of Louisiana bayous....