"For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it,

there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863,

the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods

and the furled flags are already loosened to break out

and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets

and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill,

waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it's all in the balance,

it hasn't happened yet, it hasn't even begun yet,

it not only hasn't begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin

against that position and those circumstances which made more men

than Garnett and Kemper, Armistead and Wilcox look grave

yet it's going to begin,

we all know that,

we have come too far with too much at stake

and that moment doesn't need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think

This time. Maybe this time with all this much
to lose and all this much to gain: Pennsylvania,
Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself

to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory

the desperate gamble ..."

- William Faulkner
 

Privates Addison and Harvey Speer

Privates David, Ryan, and Daniel Speer

Privates Shelton and Robert Moss

 James Shelton Moss visits his great, great, great grandfather James A. Shelton, one of Pickett's men

Privates Chris and Aaron White 

Drummer John-Scott and Private Scott Jackson

Privates Chris and Brandon Hall

Privates Gerald and Jason Harlow

Music: "The Soldier's Return" from Gods and Generals