Fran and I drive the pleasant 2 1/2 drive from Philadelphia to
Gettysburg via Route 30. It is a direct shot to the hotel, 1/2 mile from
the circle at the center of town. The first stop is to visit the 15
minute movie, an elegantly produced outline of the
context and content of the battles, their significance to the outcome
of the war. I realize how much the reading and classes have prepared me
to watch and listen, giving me the impetus to feel the power of the
story that is being told here.
Here I am at Gettysburg. How awe inspiring.

Gettysburg, the 3 day battle that would be the test of the newly
appointed General Meade, his generals, and men as they fought against the
formidable Gen. Lee who chose to face the Union on northern
territory after his victories at Chancellorsville and
Fredricksburg.
I am crying at the end of the movie as we walk up stairs to the room
that houses a 360 degree oil on canvas painted depiction of the battlefield. The
lights and sounds flash around us, as the tension of the battle is
described. I am sobbing now and but for the embarrassment
that no one would understand why, I do not let myself cry as loudly or
forcefully as I want
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