He moved closer to the wall up there, past mounds of bodies, no line any more, just men moving forward at different speeds, stopping to fire, stopping to die, drifting back like leaves blown from the fire ahead.


Lewis Armistead, Part IV, CH 4: Armistead, p. 347 - The Killer Angels (1974)


He moved closer to the wall up there, past mounds of bodies, no line any more, just men moving forward at different speeds, stopping to fire,...

He moved closer to the wall up there, past mounds of bodies, no line any more, just men moving forward at different speeds, stopping to fire,...

He moved closer to the wall up there, past mounds of bodies, no line any more, just men moving forward at different speeds, stopping to fire,...

He moved closer to the wall up there, past mounds of bodies, no line any more, just men moving forward at different speeds, stopping to fire,...