Last Thursday started out with a milky, overcast sky, but we didn’t think much of it. We figured we could tour the Gettysburg National Cemetery before the rain . . . were downright confident, in fact. And, should it rain, we could handle a gentle drizzle. Hmmm. Well, things were all right at first. I took photos of most of the artillery batteries and enjoyed the well-manicured paths, gazing in sadness and wonderment at the countless flat white stones that marked the graves of the Gettysburg dead. But, on the last long stretch of path, it happened. A rumble of thunder. Just one. And only a few minutes later, the rain started.
It
was not a gentle drizzle.
This
was an absolute torrent we were now faced with, and the problem was that the
car was quite far away, across Taneytown Road in the old Visitor Center parking
lot. The wind nearly ripped the umbrella from my hands as I ran for the safety
of the car, thinking that if I were to give more thought to the paranormal aspect
of the Gettysburg battlefield, I might believe that someone didn’t want us
there. It also crossed my mind that the angels were crying for the many
soldiers who now rest in that hallowed ground . . .

I
wouldn’t necessarily call it a fun visit, but it was a meaningful one.
**HONORED TODAY**
PVT. RICHARD C. ARCHER
Co. B, 14TH Vermont
Infantry
Born July 27, 1830 --- Died
July 14, 1863 at age 32
(c) 2013 Skies of Blue and Gray
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