Gettysburg’s Blood-Soaked Lessons: Do Modern Americans Still Understand?
I walked Cemetery Ridge on a cold morning while the park become practically empty, only a ranger’s truck idling close the Pennsylvania Monument and a pair in windbreakers tracing a map with their palms. The grass nevertheless holds the contours of ancient earthworks, low and obdurate. If you stand close to the Copse of Trees and face west, you spot precisely what the adult males of Pickett’s division saw. A mile of lightly increasing ground, a low stone wall, flags flutteri