Somebody’s Father at Gettysburg: 1863

Somebody’s Father. I think that one of the saddest incidents of the war which I witnessed was after the battle of Gettysburg. Off on the outskirts, seated on the ground with his back to a tree, was a dead soldier. His eyes were riveted on some object held tightly clasped in his hands. As we … Continue reading Somebody’s Father at Gettysburg: 1863 →