Well it all goes back to the Spanish american war. One of my ancestors on my fathers side, Nate Daniels, (before we got the name Danford), was stationed at a place we know as Goliad, in Texas. The garrison came under attack by the Mexican Army, after a few days of siege the Mexicans negotiated the surrender of the defenders. They promised them safe passage out of Texas and that they would be spared. But as my great great great grand Uncle found out, Mexicans lie. My great great grand Uncle, and the garrison were marched out to a prarrie and were gunned down. Nate Daniels tried to run but was shot, and bayoneted as he called out for help, and mercy. (This information was just recently found by my father in his mothers house in family records, the following was also found out in the records.)
This tragic event caused the rest of the Daniels to move to Luisiana, where they lived peacefully until the Civil War. Two of the younger Daniel's boys in thier teens, went to war, for the Confederates, where they both died at Gettysburg, one with General Hood at Devil's Den, and another in Picketts Charge.
Now on to more recent history, my great uncle (on my mother's side) also died in WWII covering the failed Operation Market Garden at Arnhiem.
Now that was Cheerful. =D
