Through Blood and Fire

I had the strangest dream last night. I was a sargeant on the battlefield of Gettysburg. Somewhere in the cold morning light they sounded a charge and the guns started firing. Two of my men were cut down right then. As the morning wore on, people were clinging to each other saying their good-byes, and all over the field, there were less and less standing. When the guns were quiet, I was still there.

I had the strangest experience this morning. I came into work and a lot of people I cared about weren’t there anymore. Take your going-away gift and good-bye and Shall I Never See Thee More Alas? I’m still receiving phone calls with voices whispering “Are you still there? Did you survive?” The battle ends and whether you’re upright or on the ground, the war goes on.

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