"It seemed to me that the heavens were on fire. Pieces of shell and different missiles that shells are loaded with, were thick as hail stones. The heavens looked like a continuous ball of fire. Shells striking the ground, dirt, gravel, stones and pieces of shell entirely blocked my way. I cannot tell you how I felt as I was wading through that storm of iron. Trees two feet through would tremble from base to pinnacle. But I must get to my regiment. I was lost in the confusion. It was a task not to be envied by any one that cared for his life."
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From my aunt's blog, a then-young soldier from Upstate NY recounts his Gettysburg experience 46 years later:
http://www.greaterdowntownmeridian.com/2010/03/july-1863-gettysburg-pennsylvania.html
"It seemed to me that the heavens were on fire. Pieces of shell and different missiles that shells are loaded with, were thick as hail stones. The heavens looked like a continuous ball of fire. Shells striking the ground, dirt, gravel, stones and pieces of shell entirely blocked my way. I cannot tell you how I felt as I was wading through that storm of iron. Trees two feet through would tremble from base to pinnacle. But I must get to my regiment. I was lost in the confusion. It was a task not to be envied by any one that cared for his life."
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