Rosie was with me, looking out of a window, an imaginary scene of a battle during the Civil War in our minds. We were trying to understand the feelings of thousands who gave their lives for enduring desires, a right to live, a right to exhibit pride and honor, and a right to be equal.
Attempting to realize the senseless meaning of the four-year war, as brutal and pointless one may surmise, we feel as though there is an awareness at these battlefields, a feeling of spiritual glow of the historical happenings. The devotion of each and every soldier regardless of rank or capability to be in the fight on foot and face-to-face—all this during the many nights of freezing temperatures, lack of food, medical assistance, or comfort of one’s family. The many times that I visited Gettysburg and other battlefields, I feel an urge, such a passion, to learn more.