Will attack a massive camp located about a mile and a half to two miles to the south of us down in the river valley bottom. Theres 8,000 people in that village. 1,500 to 2,000 of them are warriors. Custer will have 647 troops. Its the only battlefield in the country, only one of two in the whole world, where white markers indicate where soldiers were killed on the battlefield and buried where they fell. Red markers, like the one at the mouth of deep ravine, just to the left of this gentleman, 17 warrior markers across the battlefield, much more warriors died in the fight. But weve got 17 markers placed there by oral histories and families. Theyre not buried on the battlefield. They are picked up very quickly and later buried in trees and caves and scaffolding. On top of the hill, just below the monument, custer perishes at the age of 36 years old. Buried in an 18inch grave. Disinterred a year later, what was left of him, placed in a box about this big, taken back to west point, where hes buried today. Five years after the battle, skeletal remains all over the ground scraped up by reburial detail, placed in a mass grave on top of the hill in 1881 where the monument now stands. Across the street, the indian memorial dedicated in 2003 to the warriors and tribes who fought here in a desperate attempt to hang on to their very way of life. And behind us, a National Cemetery with the remains of nearly 5,000 veterans and their families, not related to the battle, like arlington veterans, spanishamerican war, world war i, world war ii, korea, and vietnam. Closed in 1978, full to capacity today. Folks, its quiet here now. Its peaceful. Tranquility here. But 137 years ago, on the back of that ridge, it was far from quiet. In fact, it was apocalyptic chaos, gunfire, smoke, yelling, screaming, cursing, more ammo, more ammo, eagle bone whistles shrieking across the battlefield in the bust and the smoke. Warriors getting closer and closer and closer, desperately trying to destroy the soldier command. Apocalypse at little big horn, custers final battle. How did this happen . Why did it happen . Well, folks, its really a culminating event because it marks nearly 400 years of cultural animosity, cultural friction, cultural disdain between euroamericans and native americans and the fight was always over the same thing land. Land. Land who would occupy it, how it would be used, and who will be allowed to traverse across it, because, you see, when euroamericans come out west, see huge expanses of territory. And they see grass and water and timber. And minerals in the ground, particularly that yellow metal that makes the white man go crazy. And when they see all of these resources, they envision farms and towns, ranches, railroads, telegraphs, and barbedwire fences, all of it driven by a near religion called manifest destiny. Manifest destiny, the belief that somehow euroamericans are sanctioned, theyre ordained by god to spread across the continent. Conquer it, subdue it, tame it. From coast to coast. From sea to shining sea. Theres just one problem with that vision. Theres people already here. And they have their own vision of what life should be like, and im going to argue this. They are the freest people on earth, because when they get horses in the early 1700s, they can go from mexico to canada in pursuit of huge herds of the 1,400pound super walking Walmart Store of the plains. Food, shelter, clothing, weapons, utensils, fuel, medicines, and about 50 other uses. And, by the way, ladies and gentlemen, in 1840, there are 60 million buffalo on the plains. And by 1890, less than 500 left on the planet. When euroamericans come out west, they want to turn the sioux and cheyenne and arapaho and blackfoot and crow, they want to turn them into christian farmers. Well, sitting bull is not about to bend over and scratch and claw at the ground with a hoe to try to make a living. And crazy horse is not going to surrender his pony and hook it up to a plow. They are hunters and warriors. And thats their vision. Folks, in the mid 1870s, 1873, theres an economic crisis. The stock market crashes. The Banking System rolls over. The panic of 1873, people are losing their jobs, their life savings. Theres 20 unemployment. Does any of that ring a bell . Its tough times in america. Ulysses s. Grant is the president of the United States. Hes going to have to rev up the economy or hes not going to get reelected. He needs an economic stimulus package, and George Custer is going to provide it. Gold in the black hills. Alien because the black hills belong to the sioux, guaranteed by the treaty of 1868, a white mans promise. No white people allowed in the black hills. Wild bill hickok shot in the back of the head. Hes an illegal alien. So is his friend calamity jane, because the sioux call the hills paha sapa, sacred ground. President grant sees an opportunity there. He wants to get at that gold, rev up the economy, create jobs. Put pun money in the treasury, so hes going to try to buy the black hills. 7 million, that is a of a lot of money. But sitting bull, crazy horse, no, not for sale. You dont sell the ground your ancestors walked on and now their remains lie beneath. Not for sale. Well, how about if we lease them . Well give them back when were done. No, thanks. In frustration, grant hands the problem over to the war department, the architects of a back. The architects of a military campaign, to sweep the sioux back. Its going to be designed by two old civil war comrades. If you remember, those two old boys burned down half of the south in the war between the states. They know what total war is and theyre going to try to wage it again on the northern plains. Theyre going to issue an ultimatum to the sioux. Its pretty straightforward. It goes like this. Get out of the black hills. Get out of the powder river country. Get out of the rosebud country and go back to your respective reservations in the dakotas and stay there. And do so by january 31, 1876, because if you dont, youre going to be considered hostile. And the army will come and get you and force you to return. Runners are sent out to inform because if you dont, youre going to be considered hostile. The villages of this edict, but its a bitter winter. The winter of 1875 and 1876, howling winds, drifting snow. 45 below zero, not uncommon on the northern plains. Youre not going to move a village. Theres no grass for the ponies. But more commanding than the weather itself is the council from sitting bull who says to the people, dont go back. Dont go back to that reservation and make yourself a slave to a piece of fat bacon and some coffee and sugar. Stay out. Live like a real indian while you still can. Hunt buffalo while they still exist. He knew the sun was going down. And so they stayed out. They didnt go back. And by the early spring, those who wintered on the agencies began to trickle off and reinforce sitting bull and crazy horse out here. And by the early summer, they are pouring off the reservations. So much so that once again weve got this village two miles to the south of us. 8,000 people in it. 1,500 to 2,000 warriors that are not going back to bad flour and rotten meat and starvation on the reservation. Theyre going to stay out here. The stage is set. 8 00 in the morning, George Armstrong custer is up on those Wolf Mountains way out there on the far horizon, 15 miles out. A place called the crows nest. His scouts have gotten up on top there and theyve looked down in the wee hours of the morning and theyve seen smoke rising from the tipis. He goes up to the crows nest at 8 00 in the morning, looks down into the valley with a cheap spy glass, but he cant see a thing because the breakfast campfires have turned the valley into los angeles. The scouts tell them, look for worms in the grass. Folks, Little Big Horn River is right below us. That thick green line of trees at the bottom of the ridge. Across the valley to the second line of trees, above those trees on the bluffs, the morning of the 25th, theres 20,000 horses grazing. 20,000. Worms in the grass. Custer cant see them. The scouts are very alarmed. You better not go down there. He goes up to the crows nest at 8 00 in the morning, looks down into the valley with a cheap spy glass, but he cant see a thing because the breakfast campfires have turned the valley into los angeles. The scouts tell them, look for worms in the grass. Folks, Little Big Horn River is right below us. That thick green line of trees at the bottom of the ridge. Across the valley to the second line of trees, above those trees on the bluffs, the morning of the 25th, theres 20,000 horses grazing. 20,000. Worms in the grass. Custer cant see them. The scouts are very alarmed. You better not go down there. You dont have enough bullets in your whole command to fight the sioux. But other scouts see it differently. You better attack because that village is going to run. Theyre going to scatter. Theyre not going to fight. Custers favorite scout bloody knife and arickerus says to him, general, if you and i go down there today, well go home on a road weve never walked before. Custer says, i think we can get to all of them in one day. Fearless, aggressive, relentless, vain, arrogant, overconfident, a glory hunter. Well, folks, for 137 years, hes been judged by one battle. His last one. However, the record shows that he has been in battle after battle after fight after battle in the american civil war. 100 engagements. Hes had 11 horses shot right out from underneath him. Sabre charges. No scars. Sometimes he so far out ahead of this man hes in confederate territory all by himself. When lee surrenders to grant in the spring of 1865, surrender documents are signed, ceremony is concluded. When its all over with, Phil Sheridan picks up the table that the documents were signed on, later presents it to Elizabeth Custer with these words i dont know of anyone who has played a greater role than ending this tragic conflict than your gallant husband. That table is in the smithsonian today. Arrogant, vain, overconfident, aggressive, fearless, relentless, legendary. The boy general, brigadier, 23, major general, 26. He leads thousands of men into battle time after time after time. His success, the adulation he receives, the recognition is going to contribute to his death certificate on the back of that ridge. Custer decides hes going to attack. He orders captain Frederick Benteen off to the south to scout with 120 men, three companies. Benteen hates custers guts. Has no use for him. Benteen questions his orders. General, if this village is as big as they say it is, were going to need every man weve got. You have your orders, benteen. Follow them. Youre dismissed. Benteen hates custer. Custer hates benteen. Reno hates both of them. Reno and custer come off the divide 12 miles out. Seven miles out. Three miles out in the river crossing. The scout gerard sees 60 racing toward the village in the north. He screams out, there go your indians, general. And theyre running. Like devils. Custer sends an immediate order to major marcus reno, second in command. Major reno, the village is just ahead and running away. Move forward at as rapid a gait as you deem prudent. Pitch into anything. Sweep everything before you and youll be supported by the whole outfit. Reno crosses the stream. He cinches up his equipment, tightens the saddle girths and charges down the valley toward the massive camp four miles beyond. Hes got 140 men. Inside the village, its chaos. They didnt expect to fight. Theyre caught off guard. When the village crier see the soldiers, they scream out, the chargers are coming. The long knives. The blue coats. Old women hobbling on sticks trying to get away. Young mothers frantically racing around trying to find their children who are swimming and playing. Inside the camp, sitting bull, 45 years old, spirit warrior, too old to fight, but not to lead. He exhorts the warriors on. Brave up, brave up, strong hearts to the front. Cowards to the rear. Its a good day to die. 14, 15yearolds race out of the village on horseback. They tie sage brush to the backs of their ponyies tails and ride back and forth creating a giant just cloud. As he thunders down the valley faster and faster and faster at 700 yards, he knows two things. Number one, the village is not running away. And, number two, hes never fought the sioux and the cheyenne before. At 400 yards, he will scream out, halt, dismount. Form skirmish lines now. Fight on foot. 140 men attempt to rein their horses in at 20 miles an hour. Privates smith and turley, two city boys. They dont know how to ride too well. They cant even stop. They go right into the camp. Their heads later found on poles. 138 men dig in. Every fourth man is a horse holder. He takes his horse and three others. Pulls them off the battle line, back into the timber along the river, protect horses and ammunition from the advancing warriors. Now that cuts down the firing line to 90 soldiers spread across the valley floor in fiveyard intervals, skirmish line formation. And in 10 minutes, theyll face 600 warriors. The Company Commanders order volley fire. They take their big boar springfield car bean, 45, 55 trap door single shot. It shoots a big bullet. And if it hits you, youre going down. And most likely some of your anatomy is going to fall off. They open the trap, drop the cartridge into the breach. Close the trap. Cock the weapon. Ready, aim, fire. Boom, 90 guns go off. Open the trap. Eject the spent cartridge. Throw a fresh round in. Close the trap. Cock the weapon. Ready, aim, fire, boom, another 90 rounds go off. Big bullets rumbling into the village, crashing into the tipis and dropping some of them on the ground. Inside the village, a warrior named gall. Gall is painting himself up for war. Hes 6 feet tall and he weighs 250 pounds. His two wives and three daughters are killed by renos charge. When he found out, he said, it made my heart bad. And i fought back. With the hatchet. Gall, crazy horse, they roar out of the village like angry bees out of a hive and slam into reno. After 20 minutes, reno collapses and falls back into the timber. He digs in for a second stand but now the warriors light the grass on fire behind him. They snap buffalo blankets and run off his horses. Hes feeling very, very uncomfortable. He finally screams out to the scout bloody knife. Bloody knife, what are the indians going to do . Boom. Bloody knife takes a bullet right in the head. His hot brains and blood go all over renos face. Right then and there, major marcus reno invented the modern term posttraumatic stress syndrome. He barks out conflicting orders. Mount, dismount, mount. Guys are going up and down and then he screams out, those who want to make their escape and live, follow me. He crashes out of the timber, races back towards the river four miles beyond, other soldiers are trying to catch up. Its a rout. Theres no attempt to cover the retreat at all. Warriors race up next to the fleeing soldiers and pump their winchester and henry repeating rifles into the command. Two moon said, we mowed the soldiers down. It was like a buffalo hunt. We came up behind the soldiers. We slipped our bow strings over the soldiers heads and jerked them off their horses, pounded them with clubs and took their guns. And we counted which means to touch an enemy with a stick. Youre not brave. Why are you here . You did not bring enough soldiers. You better go back and get more. 40 men will die in this race with death through a gauntlet of hell. They get to the river crossing. Horses plunge off the bank, crash into the stream. Flounder, and men drowned. Warriors on top of the ridges rain bullets into the crossing. Ladies and gentlemen, the river was red with blood. This was war. It wasnt cowboys and indians. It wasnt john wayne. It was war. Reno scratches and thrashes across the river, climbs out on to the bank. Gets on top of the high ground five miles to the south of us. This road will take you right to it. He is a fractured commander and his battalion is whipped and demoralized. About 10 minutes later, captain benteen approaches reno on the high bluff after scouting to the south. He sees reno and snarls, wheres custer . Reno says, i dont know where custer is, but for gods sake, benteen, halt your command and help me. Ive lost half my men. Benteen has a message in his pocket. Its from custer, delivered to benteen on the back trail by martini, the italian orderly of the day who has a real tough time with english. Benteen hands the note to reno. It reads, benteen, come quick. Come on, big village. Bring packs. P. S. , bring packs. Ammunition packs. Neither one of those officers is going to respond with any sense of urgency to that order, and it will haunt them for the rest of their days. In the meantime, custer advances to the north with five companies, 209 men. He tries to go down off the ridge and cross the river at medicine tail coolee, 2 1 2 miles to the south of us, its a low point in the valley, a freeway crossing into the cheyenne camp. All Companies Gather at a place called calhoun hill today. If youll lend me your eyes, i want to show you where that is. Ok, weve got the monument. We go south along the monument. We see that suv on the ridge. By the way, that wasnt here in 1876. We drop down the ridge and then it rises up. Three clumps of green brush. Can you see it out there, folks . Its a big country. Three clumps of green brush just beyond there was calhoun hill. James calhoun, custers brotherinlaw, with about 85 soldiers, he forms a skirmish line facing the south. And for 45 minutes he flails away trying to hold warriors back, but then gall, crow king, low dog, crazy horse, after pounding reno into hopeless submission, they peel off of reno, roar down, and slam into calhoun hill like a red tidal wave. Company l and James Calhoun are blown off the ridge. A thousand yards out in front of us, c company mounts their horses and charges down the hill, driving warriors back. They dismount and form a skirmish line and fire into the fleeing warriors. Temporarily theres a change in momentum. But a southern cheyenne chief named lame white man, he gets off his horse in the middle of the battle field, turned to the fleeing warriors and says, come back, come back. Theres not that many soldiers. We can kill them all. They rally up behind lame white man, storm back up the ridge and crash into c company. They snap buffalo blankets and run off c company horses and they kill their horse holders. Most of the c company boys are cut down. Those few left alive unhorsed and they run to the top of battle ridge. Hordes of warriors race down the west side of the river and cross below us that deep ravine. They pound up the ridge 200 yards out in front of us and go right up on top of the ridge. They look down hearing gunfire on the other side, and they see crazy horse. Crazy horse is fearless, aggressive, relentless, and he is hostile to any white intrusion into the powder river co