The Last Letter of Gettysburg
I came to Gettysburg not as a soldier, but as a son who could not bear the thought of his grandfather's bones lying unclaimed in foreign soil. The cemetery at midnight was all shadows and rain, and I wept over that cold stone marker as though it were my own grave. When I opened my eyes, the rain had become cannon fire, and the thunder was the earth splitting open. The first thing I noticed was...
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