Gettysburg: Geschichten der Red Harvest und die Nachwirkungen -. Dämme sah, dass Parsons hadcome zurück und war starrten ihn an. Aint Hooker in Befehl nicht mehr? Heasked. 26 GETTYSBURG Nein; Meade. Und waren auf dem Weg zur Pennsylvania? Schätze so. Adams saß aufrecht, der ex-pression der Bitte Mitleid auf seinem facechanged zu einem der Ekel. Strebe, Junge. Was ist los mit dir? Parsons setzte sich neben ihn. Sein Gesicht wasgray; seine blauen Augen, auf der Suche von underhis wenig Futter-cap, geschlossen, als wenn er wereswooning. Ich kann nicht stehen, es, sagte er dick. Ich cansee sie den ganzen Tag und die ganze Nacht hören, alle gr

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Gettysburg : stories of the red harvest and the aftermath -- . dams saw that Parsons hadcome back and was staring at him. Aint Hooker in command no more? heasked. 26 GETTYSBURG No; Meade. And were going to Pennsylvania? Guess so. Adams sat upright, the ex-pression of kindly commiseration on his facechanged to one of disgust. Brace up, boy.Whats the matter with you? Parsons sat down beside him. His face wasgray; his blue eyes, looking out from underhis little forage-cap, closed as though he wereswooning. I cant stand it, he said thickly. I cansee them all day, and hear them all night, allthe groaning — I — The old man pulled from his pocket a littlebag. It contained his last pipeful of tobacco, the one that he had been betting. Take that. You got to get such things outof your head. It wont do. The trouble withyou is that ever since youve enlisted, thiscompany s been hanging round the outside.You aint been in a battle. One battle11 cureyou. You got to get over it. Yes, repeated the boy. I got to getover it. He lay down beside Adams, panting. The. I CAN T STAND IT, HE SAID THICKLY THE HOME-COMING 27 moon, which would be full in a few days, hadrisen; the sounds of the vast army were allabout them — the click of tin basin againsttin basin, the stamping of horses, the oathsand laughter of men. Some even sang. Theboy, when he heard them, said, Oh, God!It was his one exclamation. It had brokenfrom his lips a thousand times, not as a prayeror as an imprecation, but as a mixture ofboth. It seemed the one word that couldrepresent the indescribable confusion of hismind. He said again, Oh, God! Oh, God! It was not until two days later, when theyhad been for hours on the march, that herealized that they were approaching the littlePennsylvania town where he lived. He hadbeen marching almost blindly, his eyes nearlyclosed, still contemplating his own misery andfear. He could not discuss with his comradesthe next days prospects, he did not knowenough about the situation to spec

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