The March to New Carthage
The mud of Petersburg did not care about sides. It swallowed Union boots and Confederate boots with equal indifference, pulling them down into the gray sludge until only the tops of the trenches remained, like the ribs of some great beast buried beneath the Virginia earth. Colonel William Beauregard II stood in that mud on a March morning in 1864, a prisoner of war with nothing but the clothes...
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