Here's why it happened:
I miss my youth when I could go there, wander at will and touch the old dilapidated split rail fences, bullet holes and scars and all.
The place is like a boring Disney ride, now.
When I walked a ways down Bloody Lane during my IR photo outing, people acted like I was p*ssing on graves.
It's been boxed up and sterilized.
I read your link and on page 2 I got a distinct raising of the hair on the back of my neck. My first thought on the picture of Selina was “How the hell did she get in this article?” My next-to-next door neighbor is Ms. Gray (won’t use her full name for privacy). I copied the page and took it to her and she was physically shocked. THAT picture is as close to resembling my neighbor as if I took a picture of her today. My neighbor is now tracing her background since they came from the VA/MD/DC area.