Battle of Gettysburg July 1, 1863 I have stood upon Marye’s Heights in Fredericksburg, along the Confederate line, and looked past the protected breastworks down the hill where wave after wave of Union soldiers were slaughtered. On later attacks, the wounded lying there from the previous attacks clutched at the pants of the attackers as if begging them to turn back. In my mind’s eyes, I could see them being cut down like wheat. In my mind’s ear I could hear the echo of the gu