How is it that there is such love and respect for this man that the army would forge forward in an impossible challenge … to do what? Soldiers took their hats off to him. They stood at a distance and smiled in his direction. “soldiers were drifting up to stand happily by -gazing with paternal affection at Lee.” He had to be careful as he went about on the battlefield, because the men all turned to him and would give away his identity. And they went charging toward death out of valor and raw courage, but mostly out of love for this leader- Lee.
I felt hollow for days after reading the final day. In some strange insensible way, I wished the South to do better this time in this final battle of Gettysburg. I wished for it to not hurt so much.
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