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I support Manchester United duratia india Lee’s wagon train heading back south with the wounded and casualties stretched out for 17 miles. Many were without water and suffered immensely from their wounds. Watching a battle on day two, “The Wheatfield,” I wondered, even in its shortened, re-enacted version, how anyone could imagine the strange mixture of horror, pain, confusion, and yes, honor, of being on a Civil War battlefield. Cannon smoke filled the hot, humid air; with no breeze – it hung over the foot soldiers causing difficult breathing and vision. As you charged, or repulsed a charge, and heard the screams of the wounded dying right next to you, how did you keep going? For hours on end?


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