A warm wind blows off the ocean, bringing the smells of fresh bread, ham and pecan pie into my room, waking me. It is quiet and calm; Mom is finishing breakfast as we gather in the dining room…it’s Christmas Day on Sullivan’s Island outside of Charleston. The Christmas tree lit with candles, handmade decoration and presents for the family. It’s a day that will be ever etched in our minds. Christmas at home with the ones you love.
“Lieutenant…wake up. You’re dreaming”
“Where am I?”
“You are at a Union hospital, your wound became infected. You’re in Gettysburg.”
“Lieutenant…wake up. You’re dreaming”
“Where am I?”
“You are at a Union hospital, your wound became infected. You’re in Gettysburg.”
