Gettysburg in July

Gettysburg in July RUTH DOUGLAS KEENER What words are whispered up and down the ridges when we depart and twilight spreads in peace across these fields, glowing with ripened wheat once more this year? What talk goes on among the monuments as moonlight seeps into these wooded hills and there is no one left to overhear? Do they speak only of their heartbreak in this valley, down in the peach orchard, over the last stone wall, Or possibly with some concern of us who come these days like pilgrims to recover the youth, the strength, the glory that was here? 44 ...