Little Big Horn

As a child, the story of Custer’s Last Stand back in 1876 fascinated me, so we decided to stop on our trip for a few moments at the Little Big Horn Battlefield in Montana on our way to South Dakota.

Visiting the site of the deaths of so many brave warriors and soldiers on a gloomy gray morning seemed appropriate.

I was struck by the sparse, open landscape. It was quiet, except for the sound of the wind. Nearby a few horses grazed on the battlefield. It was peaceful scene, but sadness still hung in the air.

 ‘War, children, it’s just a shot away…’