“american upbeat” gettysburg the battelfield
There seems to be too much order to this place. The fences are mended, orchards are pruned, the fields all planted. One Hundred Forty some years ago, this place was in chaos. I know that this battle was over more than shoes. I know Lee did not want his armies to engage until they had assembled. I think, as when any group of men gather, an idea is floated, it begins to gains momentum, it really represents a poor choice of action, never the less, it takes on a life of its own. All your left with is a feeling of WHAT HAVE I DONE. I’ve spent a lot of time on that battlefield. I would leave my home at 2am. to be out there before dawn. There is a spirit to this place. You will feel something horrible had happened here.————————- I came out, once a week, for about three months, in the early morning, before the crowds. I’d sense the sadness. One morning I walked through the woods to Round Top. It was first light, the forest was coming alive. It was hot, humid, the air was thick. I listened to the sound of how it must have been before it all broke loose. There’s a creek running through a swamp and into a wood at the base of Devils Den. They say it ran the color red. When your out here, alone, you can feel this place. Early in the morning, before the traffic, in a morning mist, late in june, the battlefield is haunting. I came back that year one more time after the three days of battle July 1- -July 2- -JULY 3. I didn’t stay long that day, and most of that time was spent, eating breakfast, or browsing some of the store fronts and galleries of the town. I’d had enough of the battlefield. Standing out there alone, I would feel the sadness much the way a generation felt as they covered the scars on this valley, removing the ugliness of this place.