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July 03, 2008

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BR

It is indeed a sobering experience to visit Gettysburg (try to schedule your battlefield visits early in the morning or on a weekday to avoid the crowds). Stand at what is known as the "High water mark of the Confederacy", the line very close to the Union lines where Pickett's charge surged, then stalled, and then receded on that day. Close your eyes to the now-tranquil scene and look back to the sweltering day when the fields were filled not only with soldiers and horses, smoke and blood, but also with sacrifice and valor.

In such places a distinction becomes very stark: then as now, one can amass a pile of possessions with sufficient money, but valor that echoes down through the years - that cannot be bought so cheaply.

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