Monday, Hardin Montana. Little Big Horn Memorial

A peaceful and beautiful drive. We gradually got out of the mountainous area. It is pretty hilly here by west Texas standards. Arrived a little after lunch and shortly after went to the Little Big Horn battleground. For those that know how sappy I can get will not be surprised that visiting the monument was a tad of a downer. All the foolish killing because of who is right and who wants what. Anyway, I'm sure most of us know the story or at least Hollywoods version so I won't get into that or who was wrong or who was wronger. There was a national cemetary near the grounds for veterans of all the wars since WWI but has stopped accepting residents.
Seems when the Little Big Horn soldiers were buried, they were buried where they fell. A year or so later the remains were dug up and put in a common grave. However, there were white markers put into the ground where the soldiers were slain, and red markers where the known Indians were slain. Most of the Indian markers were removed or never placed due to some religious belief. Never was clear on that. The Crow apparently were enemies with the tribes that were involved in the battle and did not participate in killing the soldiers of this battle. Our storyteller today was a Crow Indian. He was very good at his job and I sat with tears running down my chin and people looking at me pitifully. I was patronized a good deal on the way out. You know, the poor little old emotional lady. Well, here are the pics of this little journey. We won't be doing any more battle grounds this trip.