Tomb Stories: Fort Sill, OK

Set smack in the middle of Ft. Sill, Oklahoma, is the Post Cemetery.

           

 

  Fido can’t get the plot next to you, apparently.

There are some very interesting graves there, like these guys:

    

They were signatories to the Medicine Lodge Treaty, in which the US admitted the just-ended Indian Wars were pretty much our fault. Chief Santanta later led a series of raids against wagon trains when the treaty was broken. He was arrested by General Sherman and sentenced to life in prison in Hunstville, TX, where he committed suicide by diving out a window. He was buried there, but then reinterred at Ft. Sill in 1963.

Santanta was captured along with Sitting Bear, a guy so tough he was the leader of a Kiowa warrior society called the Koitsenko. While being transported by Sherman for trial, he chewed his wrists down to the bone so he could slip out of the handcuffs, stabbed one of the guards and grabbed away the rifle, but was shot down. His body was left by the side of the road for several days, and later interred here.

What a badass.

And here, Chief Ten Bears,

who gave an incredible speech at the Medicine Lodge Treaty signing.

Funny that the Kiowa, Arapaho and Comanche were buried here, while the Apache are off by themselves on the far side of the Post (see previous Tomb Stories). Guess the Apaches didn’t get along with anyone.

There are soldiers’ graves, too. Lots of these: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and some trailblazers:   

Captain Robb was a member of the 2nd Colorado Infantry , Ford’s Company, and fought the Confederates at Glorieta Pass. So, born in Philadelphia, probably went to Colorado during the Gold Rush, joined up to fight the Civil War in the New Mexico territories, and dies at age 43, buried in Oklahoma. What a life.

Lieutenant Colonel Bateman:

   Again, what a life.

And this guy, with a great name and an even greater career, the history of the 20th Century written on his stone and face:

But, then there’s this one:

Frank Vaughan, beaten to death by his mother on the last day of school in 1965 because he forgot his report card.

I went to this funeral.

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