The war had been a daily thought, a continual consciousness in her life for two years, but never a real presence. Battles were things that were fought somewhere else, won somehow, by someone, and lost by someone else. Now as she stood by her own door and listened to the cannons, it was with a chilling, dreadfully full and clear realization that men were out on the field beneath that gray cloud taking each other’s lives.
Elisabeth Grace FoleyStichwörter: war civil-war american-civil-war battle gettysburg
THE SHARPSHOOTER AT GETTYSBURG
As he grew more and more parched, waiting near the Emmitsburg Road that reached up to Gettysburg, Jake thought of peaches and water, until he saw movement across the way, near a pile of wooden fence rails. Rebel skirmishers had been using those rails as cover all morning. Jake set the rear trigger of his Sharps. He prepared to barely caress its forward trigger, the hair trigger, as he waited for a chance to kill someone Jake knew, in all likelihood, was not so different from himself.
Stichwörter: gettysburg civl-war sharpshooters
You do not know until tried what you are capable of.
Sarah BroadheadStichwörter: inspiration motivation diary gettysburg
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