Gettysburg

"Yes, sir."

"Ammunition?"

"More than enough. I have reserve caissons and an ammunition train a mile back. I'll begin to move them up when we need them."

"Just make sure you have plenty of canister in reserve."

"We will."

"Keep at it Porter."

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The fire continued to thunder and roll, reverberating off the hills, the earth beneath Pete shaking and trembling.

9:50 AM, JULY 4,1863 WASHINGTON, D.C. THE WHITE HOUSE

Abraham Lincoln stood alone, looking out the window. The traffic on Pe

and celebration. Word had just been publicly a

No one's mind was on that now. A ru

There was no need for that report Putting his hand on the windowpane, Lincoln could feel the vibration from over sixty miles away.

10.15am UNION MILLS

"Hunt is there any sign this is achieving anything?"

Henry, ears ringing, did not know what to say.

Meade stood expectant hands on hips, both instinctively ducking as a round, one with a high-piercing scream, snapped past. Several gu

"I ca

Henry waved toward the south. The swirling, eddying canopy completely obscured the valley and the slopes of the hill, mingling in with pillars of smoke rising from burning caissons, wagons, and several of the houses in the town hit by the Confederate counterfire.

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Everything around the guns was churned to mud, the recoil from firing each piece eighty times or more having dug the earth up into a sticky mess.

Injuries were mounting, men hit by shell and explosions, caught momentarily unaware and crushed as a gun recoiled, kicked by panic-stricken horses, impaled by splinters bursting from limbers shattered by solid bolts.

Behind the lines, the infantry continued to endure, curled up on the open slope, but staying in place. If anything they were far safer than trying to make, a run for the rear because the shot skimming the ridge was plunging down behind the lines.

"How much longer, Hunt?" Meade shouted.

"Sir, as I said before, I can sustain this for roughly two hours. We must keep a reserve, sir…" and his voice trailed off. He did not want to add the final words,… "in case we lose."

"I will not commit my men in until you have suppressed their batteries, Hunt You will tell me when the time is ready."

"Sir, I can only advise you on that"

A round shot clipped the parapet nearby, moving slow enough that Henry could see it go careening off, cutting into a team of horses, dropping two of them in a bloody heap.

"I can't wait here all day, Hunt"

Henry turned away for a moment. Meade was trying to shift it onto him, to have him make the decision. He started to move toward a gun. It was obviously too high, someone letting the elevation screw at the breech wind down. He stopped. I can't walk off from this.

He looked back at Meade. "Sir, at this moment I can't see a damn thing. All I know for certain is that they are still firing back."

A distant thunderclap echoed across the field, most likely a caisson going up on the other side.

"If you can't see, then how the hell will you know?" Meade shouted.

"Let me cease fire for a few minutes," Henry replied.

"Perhaps this smoke will lift enough so that we can judge the results. I can then redirect fire as needed." "Then do it, damn it!" Meade shouted.

10:30 AM, JULY 4,1863

Lee cocked his head. All around him were silent, looking toward the north, expectant, wondering. yes, the volume of fire was dropping, intervals of half a minute or more between distant peals of thunder.

He looked over at Walter. The young colonel was actually asleep, stretched out on a pew, snoring lightly.

"I'm going up," Lee a

The gathered staff nodded; they were eager to see what was going on; the inactivity of sitting here, half a dozen miles from the action, was chafing on their nerves.

One of them started toward Walter to shake him awake. "No, no, let him sleep," Lee said, with an indulgent smile. "He can act as liaison here. If word comes from Ewell, forward it up to me immediately."

A groom brought up Traveler, and Lee swung up into the saddle, several men approaching to help him, but a sharp glance made them step back.

He was feeling better; the long night of sleep had been a blessing, some strength returning for all that was needed this day.

He started north toward the fight, the world around him so quiet that he could hear the chirping of birds, the sigh of a gentle breeze in the trees.

10:40 AM, JULY 4,1863 UNION MILLS

It had taken fifteen minutes for the smoke to slowly clear, fifteen minutes of agonizing frustration. Even the slightest of breezes would have

lifted the curtain, the thick humid air holding the clouds in place.

The rebel lines were now visible. They were continuing to fire back, a slow measured pace, but with the lifting of the smoke it was regaining accuracy, another of his guns dismounted by a direct hit as they waited for the air to clear.

He carefully sca

The shooting looked fairly good in places. The parapet overlooking the mill was torn, busted down in places, four, maybe five guns definitely out of action. The grand battery of Napoleons to the right was continuing to fire slowly, shot impacting along the lower line. But the enemy was still in place, a fact that did not surprise him at all. It was one thing for guns to engage an enemy out in the open, another to try and force them out of a prepared position.

He looked over at Meade. Hancock had come up as well, remaining on his black horse, which fidgeted nervously as a shot screamed overhead.

"Keep at it," Meade a

Behind them fresh caissons were coming up, crews struggling to back them into place, maneuvering gingerly around wrecked equipment and dead horses. Gu

Word was already going down the line to aim carefully and be prepared to resume fire.

"I have enough for one more hour," Henry a

"I want those guns over there knocked out," Meade replied, his voice shaky with weariness and nervous strain.

"I've passed the order to slow the rate of fire, gu