I’ve said before that I’m totally fascinated by the Gettysburg boulders. Their age alone is enough to enthrall me, but the knowledge that soldiers in blue and gray saw these venerable rocks, leaned against them, hid behind them, climbed over them, furthers the attraction. Take this rock at Triangular Field, for instance. How many Texan boys took note of its girth and used it as a sniper spot? How many looked toward it with relief, seeing it as a much-needed hiding place? How many New Yorkers surged toward this rock with dread, wondering how many Rebels might be waiting behind it? Whose blood was splashed across its ancient surface, and may still remain? It’s incredible to ponder.
Co. G, 52ND North Carolina Infantry
Born 1838 --- Died August 27, 1863, at age 25
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