Comfort Food

You’re expecting me to say Oreos or mashed potatoes.

Not that I don’t love them, but a day or so ago, when I wasn’t feeling my particular best, went to my trusty book shelf and took down The Killer Angels, Michael Shaara’s 1974 historical novel about the Battle of Gettysburg.

Why did I gravitate to a book on war?

The writing, so beautiful, its tears wiped away my own.

For those of you unfamiliar, the saga is seen through the eyes of those who were there, the bravest of the brave.

Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain…Union Brigadier General, with a poignant longing, thinking of his wife back home in Maine…

‘He dreamed of her in the night, dreamed of his wife in a scarlet robe, turning witchlike to love him. Now when he closed his eyes she was suddenly there, a hot candy presence. Away from her, you loved her more. The only need was her; she the only vacancy in the steamy morning. He remembered her letter, the misspelled words. “I lie here dreamly.” Even the misspelling is lovely.’

Why am I so moved?

It reminds me to search for what’s tender, no matter what goes on around me….

‘Almost impossible to keep the eyes open. Close them, and he thought of her, and of his two children playing at her feet, like cubs, she looking at him smiling, calmly, pouting, waiting.’


The American Civil War, some say should never have been fought, but it was, since standing up for what’s right, gifted from the Founders, is our legacy.

And the saddest part…both sides felt they were, for good reason.

I don’t see that in our country presently.

Instead I see, unadulterated hatred without just cause.

We’ve been enduring quite a lot these past months, knowing there’s more to come.

After watching the first debate between our president and his noble rival, I’m left with a heavy heart…

Of the people by the people for the people, nowhere to be seen.

Where is the unadulterated humanity to replace that hatred, speaking up to a Commander-in-Chief even his staff is fearful of, now ill with the same sickness he shrugged, as nothing.

Confederate General, James Longstreet…Robert E. Lee’s second in command, knowing his men will all be slaughtered following Lee’s orders commonly known as, Pickett’s Charge.

‘He sat with his back against a tree, put his head in his hands. There is one thing you can do. You can resign now. You can refuse to lead it. But I cannot even do that. Cannot leave the man alone, not at his best…Cannot leave because I disagree…but they will mostly all die. We will lose here….God help me.’

I hear history repeating itself, as we approach this dreaded election.

‘The light rain went on falling on the hills above Gettysburg, but it was only the overture of the great storm to come. Out of the black night, it came at last, cold and wild flooded with lightening. It rained all that night….

The next day was Saturday, the Fourth of July.’    


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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38 Responses to Comfort Food

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    I’ve never seen the country so polarized. There doesn’t seem to be any tolerance or middle ground. I just don’t understand it.
    Three of my close cousins are so consumed that I refuse to discuss politics with them or listen to their rants. And I actually agree with one of them, but don’t like fanaticism from either side.
    It’s got to get better, Susannah.

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  2. Eilene Lyon says:

    The fear-mongers in both sides have caused me to stop reading anything political. I will vote and be done with it. I have no control except to not get involved in the hate. Thankfully my daily encounters are all positive.

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  3. Sorryless says:

    History is merciless because it’s so often written by men who believe they possess a strategy that will work. Longstreet was a matter of defensive tactics, to which Lee often turned a deaf ear. But he knew that with a depleted ranks, their biggest enemy was hubris.

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  4. Vasca says:

    Seems way too many are angry, full of hatred, without regard for anything or anyone. It can be maddening when you let it get to you. I choose to hope things will get better…that people will come to their senses.
    Desmond Tutu is quoted as saying “Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.”
    The bottom line is this…God is in control; God will remain in control…period.
    “In all things it is better to hope than to despair.”

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  5. Thank you for introducing me to that book. It really is an amazing work, more than just a war story, but also a story of humanity in very dark times. I understand why that’s comfort food.

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  6. Well said, Susannah. I am very sad for America. Both sides of the political scene have much accountability for the mess we are in and the mess that will get worse before it is over.

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  7. Vasca says:

    Susannah, this was a beautiful piece, it truly was. Don’t give up; you are by no means alone. I sometimes get so upset with ‘the situation’ that I become ill. Truly, there’s a multitude of those like you, like me…like others who have commented on this post.
    We cannot lose hope…we simply mustn’t. I love John’s comments…very wise, true. This horrid condition is not just on one or two in the government – there is terrible fault in all areas. Sadly, the immediate future is dark but those who truly care about America must not lose hope.
    Thank you for writing as you do and I’m going to read that book…right away. Hugs to you, take heart and continue doing good and passing out kindness.


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