SHAF promotes the preservation and restoration of the scenic area in and around the historic Antietam Battlefield.

...I began to feel wretchedly faint of heart, for it seemed timely that the coming of battle meant my certain death."

Sometimes a shell would burst just over our heads, scattering the fragments among us."

I was lying on my back, supported on my elbows, watching the shells explode overhead and speculating as to how long I could hold up my finger before it would be shot off..."

As night drew nearer, whispers of a great battle to be fought the next day grew louder, and we shuddered at the prospect, for battles had come to mean to us, as they never had before, blood, wounds, and death."

...every stalk of corn in the northern and greater part of the field was cut as closely as could have been done with a knife, and the slain lay in rows precisely as they had stood in their ranks a few moments before..."