Behind them, a bearded sergeant and a young soldier who didn"t look old enough to shave, loaded muskets. The young man looked up, scanned the lines of gray concentrating the attack, and said, “Those men are crazy.”
The sergeant"s head lifted. “Son, those men are brave. Now finish loading.”
“Ash, let"s go.” His words sounded like a whisper, but Fritz was shouting. They walked through the portal.
“I never want to be that close to a war again,” said Ashley. “Could hardly see anything.”
“We just saw the high tide of the Confederacy, Ash. The soldier with the hat on his sword was General Armistead, and he"ll be shot in a matter of seconds. That"s as far as they got.” Fritz sniffed his shirt. “I don"t know if I smell like gunpowder, or if all that smoke is still in my nose.”
“If you do smel
