My two great-grandfathers, Jasper Smith and Ellwood Janney, served in the Eighteenth Michigan Infantry during the American Civil War. In 1864 the Eighteenth found itself in Decatur, Alabama, way down south across the Tennessee River. There, along with newly organized 14th US Colored Infantry, they had to stop Confederate forces under General Hood and the notorious Nathan Bedford Forrest. Had they failed Nashville likely would have fallen into Confederate control and caused the defeat of President Lincoln in the looming election. Outnumbered by 35,000 Confederate Forces to 5,000 Union forces this tiny fort held its ground. A daring charge by the Black Union soldiers routed Confederate artillery positions. This was a turning point. Met with cheers from the White soldiers, lasting bonds were forged that continued after the end of the war. The bones of the story are historically documented but the dry bones are brought alive with dialogue and some probable episodes that cannot be documented as factual. Part of the action is based on a recurring dream of the author that faded as he aged but was revived when he visited Decatur. Thus the work is a genre I call 'faction' a blend of fact and fiction. The fiction though is meant to simply dramatize the truth. The author also served in the military, the United States Air Force, during the Vietnam war.