He was a 3rd lieutenant in the 4th Battalion (Branner's) Tennessee Cavalry, C.S.A. He enlisted on June 24, 1861 at Mossy Creek. His stone says he died at Cumberland Gap.
From "Brownlow's Weekly Whig", Knoxville, Tennessee, August 3, 1861:
Death Of Lieut Branner
Camp Cumberland, July 16, 1861
Lieut. Geo Branner of the Peck Light Dragoons, encamped here, died on the night of the 12th inst. after an illness of some three weeks. He was the oldest son of President John Branner of the E. T. & Va R. R., a young man nineteen years old, of great promise and merited popularity, had just completed a collegiate education and entered upon the responsible duties of life with more than good prospects of a high and bright future. How true it is, "Death loves a shining mark." Mars and Cupid have surely gotten their arrows mixed. All who knew him loved him for his many good qualities.
Mr. Branner was removed from the Camp to the residence of Col. Patterson, where he received every attention for his comfort and recovery. His mother, with the family physician, Dr. Rhoton, was by his bed the last few days of his sickness; but neither tears nor medicine could save him from death. His father arrived only in time to see the remains - sad truth!
We buried him with military honors on Sabbath evening in the family burying place of Col. Patterson until his friends can remove his remains home and lay him down with five brothers and sisters sleeping there. We were all sad as we looked upon the grave and thought of the dead.
When his fellow soldiers fired three rounds of light muskets each over his grave, I thought, although this thunder wake not my friend, yet the voice of Him who is the Resurrection and the Life will!
From "Brownlow's Weekly Whig", Knoxville, Tennessee, August 3, 1861:
Death Of Lieut Branner
Camp Cumberland, July 16, 1861
Lieut. Geo Branner of the Peck Light Dragoons, encamped here, died on the night of the 12th inst. after an illness of some three weeks. He was the oldest son of President John Branner of the E. T. & Va R. R., a young man nineteen years old, of great promise and merited popularity, had just completed a collegiate education and entered upon the responsible duties of life with more than good prospects of a high and bright future. How true it is, "Death loves a shining mark." Mars and Cupid have surely gotten their arrows mixed. All who knew him loved him for his many good qualities.
Mr. Branner was removed from the Camp to the residence of Col. Patterson, where he received every attention for his comfort and recovery. His mother, with the family physician, Dr. Rhoton, was by his bed the last few days of his sickness; but neither tears nor medicine could save him from death. His father arrived only in time to see the remains - sad truth!
We buried him with military honors on Sabbath evening in the family burying place of Col. Patterson until his friends can remove his remains home and lay him down with five brothers and sisters sleeping there. We were all sad as we looked upon the grave and thought of the dead.
When his fellow soldiers fired three rounds of light muskets each over his grave, I thought, although this thunder wake not my friend, yet the voice of Him who is the Resurrection and the Life will!
He was a 3rd lieutenant in the 4th Battalion (Branner's) Tennessee Cavalry, C.S.A. He enlisted on June 24, 1861 at Mossy Creek. His stone says he died at Cumberland Gap.
From "Brownlow's Weekly Whig", Knoxville, Tennessee, August 3, 1861:
Death Of Lieut Branner
Camp Cumberland, July 16, 1861
Lieut. Geo Branner of the Peck Light Dragoons, encamped here, died on the night of the 12th inst. after an illness of some three weeks. He was the oldest son of President John Branner of the E. T. & Va R. R., a young man nineteen years old, of great promise and merited popularity, had just completed a collegiate education and entered upon the responsible duties of life with more than good prospects of a high and bright future. How true it is, "Death loves a shining mark." Mars and Cupid have surely gotten their arrows mixed. All who knew him loved him for his many good qualities.
Mr. Branner was removed from the Camp to the residence of Col. Patterson, where he received every attention for his comfort and recovery. His mother, with the family physician, Dr. Rhoton, was by his bed the last few days of his sickness; but neither tears nor medicine could save him from death. His father arrived only in time to see the remains - sad truth!
We buried him with military honors on Sabbath evening in the family burying place of Col. Patterson until his friends can remove his remains home and lay him down with five brothers and sisters sleeping there. We were all sad as we looked upon the grave and thought of the dead.
When his fellow soldiers fired three rounds of light muskets each over his grave, I thought, although this thunder wake not my friend, yet the voice of Him who is the Resurrection and the Life will!
From "Brownlow's Weekly Whig", Knoxville, Tennessee, August 3, 1861:
Death Of Lieut Branner
Camp Cumberland, July 16, 1861
Lieut. Geo Branner of the Peck Light Dragoons, encamped here, died on the night of the 12th inst. after an illness of some three weeks. He was the oldest son of President John Branner of the E. T. & Va R. R., a young man nineteen years old, of great promise and merited popularity, had just completed a collegiate education and entered upon the responsible duties of life with more than good prospects of a high and bright future. How true it is, "Death loves a shining mark." Mars and Cupid have surely gotten their arrows mixed. All who knew him loved him for his many good qualities.
Mr. Branner was removed from the Camp to the residence of Col. Patterson, where he received every attention for his comfort and recovery. His mother, with the family physician, Dr. Rhoton, was by his bed the last few days of his sickness; but neither tears nor medicine could save him from death. His father arrived only in time to see the remains - sad truth!
We buried him with military honors on Sabbath evening in the family burying place of Col. Patterson until his friends can remove his remains home and lay him down with five brothers and sisters sleeping there. We were all sad as we looked upon the grave and thought of the dead.
When his fellow soldiers fired three rounds of light muskets each over his grave, I thought, although this thunder wake not my friend, yet the voice of Him who is the Resurrection and the Life will!
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