Picketts Charge
For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when its still not yet two oclock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and its all in the balance, it hasnt happened yet, it hasnt even begun yet, it not only hasnt begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that position and those circumstances which made more men than Garnett and Kemper and Armistead and Wilcox look grave yet its going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesnt need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think This time. Maybe this time with all this much to lose than all this much to gain: Pennsylvania, Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory the desperate gamble, the cast made two years ago. - William Faulkner, novelist
So, are you telling me that William Faulkner was chivvying his tally-books while on the prod at Gettysburg?
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