William Forstchen - Gettysburg

And there was Lee.

Pete spurred his mount, covering the last few yards, grinning in spite of his exhaustion, snapping off a salute as he approached.

Gathered round Lee were Taylor, Hood, and dozens of others. The rain picked up, the sky dark and sullen; but around Lee, at this moment, there almost seemed to be a strange golden light

"General Longstreet it does my heart good to see that you are safe," Lee said, riding up the last few feet to him, warmly extending his hand, which Longstreet took.

Pete did not know what to say.

"You were magnificent General. This victory is to your credit sir."

"No, sir," and Longstreet started to fumble, embarrassed, "it is yours, sir. Let me congratulate you for this, your greatest victory."

"You were the one who first proposed it"

'It was merely a suggestion, sir. It was your leadership that inspired it"

Lee smiled. "We'll argue about that later."

Longstreet lowered his head, not sure what to say.

'1 just received a report from General Pickett," Lee said. "He is stalled just outside of Gettysburg due to the rain, but reports that their Eleventh Corps, and what is left of the Third, have abandoned die town and are moving toward Carlisle."

"They're trying for the river, for Harrisburg most likely," Longstreet replied.

"My thoughts exactly, General. We will pursue them of course. I understand the bridges there are all down, burned by them last week. If this rain continues, Stuart might pin what is left of the Union forces against the Susquehanna and finish that as well."

Pete nodded.

"And Washington?"

"In due course, General. We've cast our net wide," and as he spoke he nodded to the prisoners marching past, "but it is safe to say that maybe thirty thousand of their forces, perhaps more, have broken out We know their Third Corps, as well as what is left of the Fifth and Eleventh, are back in Gettysburg. I hope we can still pin those. Elements of their cavalry are largely intact, though scattered, and will serve as rallying points for those who are fleeing. That is our first goal, to finish their army.

"Then we need to see to our prisoners, to move them safely out of the way, and to tend to the wounded of both sides. The losses have been grievous. Our men need rest. We have to push them toward Harrisburg for now, if we can indeed destroy what is left of the Army of the Potomac. Some of the units are so battered, however, that they may need to be reorganized before they can fight again."

"I still wonder about Washington, though, General," Longstreet replied.

Lee fell silent, looking at the column of Union troops passing by along the side of the road, Pender's men moving in the opposite direction. Longstreet pointed to the head of the column. Leading the way were the captured standards of thirty regiments or more. The men carrying them falling out of the line of march, coming up to Lee's side. One of them was Sergeant Hazner, another Sergeant Robinson, who had stopped Lee in front of Taneytown.

For Longstreet the moment was etched like a frozen tableau, the rain-darkened clouds, the mud-splattered, weary prisoners marching past, but in the eyes of more than one a look of steadfastness, that even in defeat there was still pride as they looked at their colors now being presented to Lee.

It seemed that Lee sensed it as well. He stiffened in the saddle, back ramrod straight, and drawing up his right hand, he saluted the captured flags. The Union troops marching past slowed, some stopping, looking on with surprise. A Union colonel, blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his head, came to attention and saluted the colors and Lee as well.

Lee, seeing the gesture, turned and nodded. "Colonel, sir," Lee said, "I shall pray that soon this will all be over and that you and your gallant men swiftly return home to your families."

The colonel bowed slightly. "Thank you, sir, and I shall pray the same for you," he replied, "but, sir, it will not be over until the Union has been saved."

Lee nodded and then looked away.

The colonel fell back into the ranks and disappeared with his men into the rain.

There was a long moment of silence, a soft peal of thunder rumbling in the distance.

"I suppose you heard about General Meade," Lee said, his voice distant

"Sir?"

"He's dead. They're bringing his body in now." Longstreet sighed.

"East of here," Lee continued, "about five miles. A regiment of Stuart's cavalry, led by Wade Hampton, came upon him just after dawn. He had a couple of dozen staff and troopers with him. Meade charged. In the melee, Hampton recognized Meade, begged him to surrender, but Meade just tried to cut straight through. He was shot before Hampton could stop him." Lee lowered his head.

"I think I'd have done the same," Pete replied.

"'My fault, all my fault,' those were the last words Meade said."

"Another old comrade gone," Longstreet whispered.

Lee looked away and said nothing for a moment

"We press toward Gettysburg today and try to finish what is left of their army, General Longstreet We must make this victory decisive and so overwhelming that the North will sue for peace. If not, then it will be a march on Washington."

SUNSET, JULY 6,1863

MARYSVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA

‘I think those are our men up there," someone gasped.

Henry, nodding with exhaustion, raised his head. In the gathering twilight, he saw a heavy skirmish line deployed along a low crest half a dozen guns dug in at the top of the hill.

"Don't move." The voice came out of the shadows from a wooded grove flanking the road.

Henry turned and saw several dozen rifle barrels poised, aiming toward him and his ragged band of men. 'Identify yourselves."

"Who the hell are you?” one of Henry's men shouted back. "Damn you, identify yourselves or we'll shoot" Several of Henry's men started to raise pistols, and he shouted for them to stand and not move. After two days of running, of dodging Confederate cavalry, brushing around the flank of a regiment of Confederate infantry, he was beyond caring. Besides, the fight was out of his men. They had staggered for over forty miles, cutting across fields, hiding in woods to catch a few hours' sleep, abandoning those who could no longer keep up. If this now meant prison, then so be it

"I'm Henry Hunt Commander, Artillery Reserve," he paused for a second, his throat feeling thick, eyes filling up, "the Army of the Potomac."

His inquisitor stepped out of the woods, pistol still drawn but now lowered slighdy. It was a Union captain.

The man drew closer, looking first at Henry, then at the hundred or so men trailing along with him. The captain sadly shook his head, and then saluted.

'Captain Jamison. I'm on the staff of General Couch, commander of the emergency garrison in Harrisburg."

"Harrisburg?' Henry asked. "We made it?"

"Just beyond that ridge, sir. We finished a pontoon bridge across this afternoon, threw out an advanced guard. I guess you can say I am the advance guard. We've had stragglers, thousands of them, coming in all day, but a lot of Rebs, too, trying to round up men like yourselves. Sorry, sir, but with everyone covered in mud, it's hard to tell who is which at the moment"

Jamison fell in by Henry's side, offering to guide him to the bridge.

"You hear about Sickles and Howard?" Jamison asked.

Henry shook his head. All he knew of the army now was what he had seen with his own eyes these last two days.

'Their corps are over by Carlisle. Been some sharp fighting is the report but word is they will be here come tomorrow, at least what's left of them, along with what's left of Fifth Corps. Maybe twenty thousand men or so."

"And the rest?'

"You, men like you, sir," Jamison said quietly, "coming in a couple at a time, part of a brigade from Fifth Corps, a scattering of regiments. A rout sir. A total rout The Army of the Potomac has fallen into pieces."