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He was her only Rose, and you might think it unkind for Rose to have left Libby so close to Valentine’s. Still, Libby couldn’t hold him. He felt that it was time, for he knew in Libby’s cold embrace So many men had died. For Libby was a prison, drafty, crowded and a hole. A hundred Union men escaped in a break daring and bold. Under cover of the darkness They broke for Union lines. Like blacks escaping slavery Polaris was their guide
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Leaving Libby
He was her only Rose, and you might think it unkind for Rose to have left Libby so close to Valentine’s. Still, Libby couldn’t hold him. He felt that it was time, for he knew in Libby’s cold embrace So many men had died. For Libby was a prison, drafty, crowded and a hole. A hundred Union men escaped in a break daring and bold. Under cover of the darkness They broke for Union lines. Like blacks escaping slavery Polaris was their guide
It is the night of February 10, 1864 and Colonel Rose is leading a jailbreak of 109 Union officers from the infamous Libby Prison in Richmond Virginia. 59 escaped to Union lines. 48 men were recaptured and 2 drowned while attempting to swim across the James river
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
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