July 3, 1863....a wicked heat consumes me as I feverishly wipe off beads of sweat and the pangs of fear that reveal themselves on my worn face. Standing on the battlefield, I take in my surroundings and reflect for a moment's time. A sigh escapes me as I question my ability to persist on. What do I have left to give in this fight? My fellow companions both agile and frail seem to be considering these same thoughts as I find myself reaching for the will I...