On December 9, 1861, an unlikely new recruit decided to join the Union Army. Hailing from Cohoctah, Michigan - a spot on the map surrounded by tamarack swamps and hard-won cropland - the soon-to-be soldier was older than most at age 33. He was also a husband, and a father to seven small children with his eighth on the way. His name was Phineas Butler. Exactly 200 days later, his corpse would be dumped into a shallow, unmarked grave deep in the Virginia countryside. The haunting silence of cold, blood-stained ground served as the only eulogy for Phineas and the thousands torn asunder that day. His life, and his story, seemingly gone forever... until one night in 2018.