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"Forward Brave Souls" 
Victims of Ambition's Merciless Will

I was born, raised and educated on the farmlands near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. A place surrounded by family histories and family tragedies. Throughout my formative days, I loved going to the library and reading history of all types, including the Civil War. I spent many long hours reading and doing endless research, I soon discovered that several of my great-grandfathers had fought for the Union and were present at Gettysburg. I was shocked and dismayed to learn that in a short 3-day span, there were an astonishing 51,000 casualties. Over time this deep connection to the battlefields drew me in to tour the fields of death. Each visit brought me a fresh wave of overwhelming sadness. I recognized the toll war takes, leaving families fractured, friendships broken, and neighbors lost to time.

My poem marks my first attempt to capture a moment in that crucible. This is a single famous story beneath the unforgiving Gettysburg sun on July 3rd, 1863. Virginian soldiers led by General George Pickett braced themselves for a fateful charge forever known as Pickett's Charge. This single charge was destined to become one of history's most tragic blunders.

Blessings,
Daniel Henry Rodgers

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“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” – General George Pickett Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze Stood Pickett with his face etched with war's haunting gaze. A mind torn asunder and a battlefield worn Ghosts of decisions a burden he'd borne. "Forward, brave souls!" rang Pickett's mournful cry A tale writ in heartbeats pleasure laced with a sigh. Dark as a raven 'gainst the smoke-stained sky Where heroes would fall, their final rest to lie. The Southern sun glared, a tyrant's brow As lengthening shadows saw cannons sow Spat fire and fury. Lee, with stoic mask Unleashed his gambit, a last desperate task. Our Virginians restless hearts burning bright Shoulder to shoulder praying names in the night. A promise unspoken and a vow on their lips As nervous laughter danced on the wind's icy grips. Through fading light's setting sun was their chance to quell They checked their muskets and tightened each saddle swell. A distant knell a premonition's heavy breath Of fiery hell unleashed and coming death. "Pickett's Charge!" Lee's thundering order came, A clarion call that echoed through the flame Of dying smoke-filled sunlight. Pickett, like Ahab on the sea, did waver. Victory? His Moby White Whale is a specter to savor. His orders were his harpoon thrown with his might Into the fight's chaotic ocean, such a fearsome sight. With unwavering resolve, like leaves in the breeze, They faced certain death, a brotherhood to please. Their battle cry echoed, a barbaric yawp, Over rooftops it rose, a defiant whoop. With a fearless cry! We surged across the plain, where heroes must fall. The tattered flags, like wounded birds, answered the clarion call. Smoke choked the air, a war's grim display, Beneath its dark shroud, men withered away. As Melville penned, "From hell's heart I stab at thee," Pickett's charge advanced to claim its destiny. The cannons roared like dragons as tempests rent the sky Smoke-like shrouds obscured the lone mournful cry Of men cut down. Through torrential chaos and despair We pressed onward with a thunderous and a desperate prayer. The Union guns wailed a hailstorm fierce and unrelenting Mowed down our ranks, set every hope on defending. But onward, we charged a fearless, screaming band Brothers in arms, for God, our native land. The high water mark, a victory's gleam, The Union line wavered, a shattered dream. Through leaden storms and walls wrought of steel, With fervent passion our purpose revealed. But met with a force both relentless and grim, Hopes for triumph began to grow dreadfully dim. Strength waned and the tide turned, a bitter decree Ammunition was spent, and dreams turned to discarded debris. Retreat we sounded, a mournful bugle's call, Leaving comrades lost, a crimson, mournful pall. Back to our lines, a broken, bleeding band, Pickett's Charge, now, a scar upon the land. On 3pm, July 3rd, 1863, the sun beat down hard Pickett's men charged forth and dealt a merciless card. Defeat met them; his men lay still. Victims of sheer ambition's merciless will. Lee's stoic face plastered with a mask of hidden pain The weight of loss was a crushing, endless rain. Reports of fallen had choked each breath My Virginians forever lost now delivered unto death. “That old man had my division massacred!” – General George Pickett On moonlit nights, alone, Pickett still resides, Bearing echoes of those ill-fated tides. His heart here a battlefield scarred by regret Where fallen comrades in specters beset. Blame towards Lee resides in his heart A heavy anchor was tearing his soul apart. Their ghosts haunt every footfall, every breath, In the shadowed realm of relentless death. No peace he finds but a vigil he keeps Beneath pale moonlight where memory steeps. His soul, forever trapped in that fateful fight Haunted by phantoms lost in the fading light. The acrid scent of gunpowder still clings A specter's whisper on the night wind's wings. The taste of defeat was bitter on his tongue. A dirge for the fallen and a sorrowful song. But for the cause with valor we met our end. Though victory eluded us there was a story to lend. The South may not rise where the buzzards now roam A dirge for the fallen, a story retold. Our tattered flags stained crimson and bold Hold memories of courage where heroes of old Gave their last full measure for a dream in vain. Pickett, forever haunted by their pain Walks the lonely fields where shadows lie. "Hold the Line!" echoes in his anguished cry An ominous order on the blood-soaked breeze. His weathered leather face was a portrait etched with woe A burden he carries and a promise to bestow On phantoms that linger far beneath the moon's pale stream A silent apology along a haunting, sorrowful dream... "It was all my fault!" he fell to his knees and cried As the ghosts of his men stood by his side.

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Date: 9/10/2024 8:42:00 PM
I seem to vaguely recall hearing about Pickett's charge - maybe from Ken Burns or a Civil war movie. You did a great capture of the civil war battle. In fact, I feel like I just watched a civil war movie. It makes me think about a few years ago, and I was doing genealogy, and found that almost all my great-great grandfathers fought in the Civil War, most for the north, some for the south.
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Date: 9/11/2024 4:02:00 AM
Hello David, Yes, Ken Burns does a great job documenting the Civil War. There is actually a movie called Gettysburg with a number of well-known actors in it. It is well worth watching. Thanks for your kind comments and for the visit. - Blessings, MY Friend, Daniel
Date: 8/1/2024 12:53:00 PM
It's cool how you had Pickett as a ghost. I actually never heard of him, but Lee's name is very famous in history. Yes, it is SO tragic. I once read that if you put together all the deaths from war throughtout the 1900's, you still would not equal the number killed iin our own civil war. It must have been terrible living through those days.
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Date: 9/11/2024 4:01:00 AM
Dear Andrea, I am sorry I missed your comments. I have to sometimes go back and check who I missed. With all that said thank you and being from Gettysburg, his name is well known. You are right that, in fact, if you take all the wars that we have been in since the USA was founded minus the Civil War, all the death tolls do not match the number of Americans lost in the Civil War. Thanks again Andrea and I am very appreciative. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/28/2024 2:56:00 PM
You can do storytelling very well: it felt like as if you told us and shared with us in such eloquence something that youv experienced, which is very talented of you dear daniel. I really loved reading this and enjoyed it and felt it. Its not just words woven but theres underlying emotions flowing throughout this moving write! I love also the detailed imagery painted . And i must say, once again i see how diverse and versatile you are as poet, you touch so many different subjects in an engaging manner! Fave this is again. Sending you light always
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Date: 7/29/2024 5:52:00 AM
Dear Empress, Oh, how I always enjoy your visits and your most kind and thoughtful words. I feel so uplifted after reading your comments. Thank you for being a special friend in my life, and I absorb all your light. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/25/2024 9:07:00 AM
It was his fault. Retreat isn't cowardice. Retreat is a viable military strategy. Choose your war. As you see. I love this vignette of history. Write onward.
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Date: 7/26/2024 6:10:00 AM
Dear Hilda, I agree with you that retreat is to save lives from slaughter. Thank you for sharing your thoughts! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/25/2024 8:17:00 AM
Daniel, your description of this event highlights the pain and cost of war. It's important to see and understand just how awful it all was and is. Having this understanding is a very important step in breaking this chain. I am with you on this completely.
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Date: 7/26/2024 6:08:00 AM
Hello Duke, thank you! I was a soldier once for about 9 years and fully understood the ramifications if war were to break out. Now that I am older and have watched quite a few realistic war movies and documentaries and read quite a few books on various war scenarios, I am now very much pro-peace. I am not anti-military because of the potential consequences of not having the ability to protect ourselves. I do want to see a world at peace and undestanding. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/21/2024 8:43:00 AM
This is a great narrative, dotted with great imagery and imagination. Well done.
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Date: 7/22/2024 8:49:00 AM
Hello Victor, I am so thankful for your visit and I hope that God is blessing you in all ways. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/19/2024 5:43:00 PM
Dear Daniel, as a history major, I was enthralled by your narration of this epic you've created. You described the sights and sounds as if you were on those plains with those brave soldiers. I wrote my Senior thesis specifically on the role of women in the Civil War. You deserve accolades for this wonderful Ballad. I'm in awe.
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Date: 7/22/2024 8:48:00 AM
Dear Lin, It is so nice to see your wonderful comments, and I hope you are well. I did not know that you were a history major. I love reading about history and studying why things came about the way they did. I have always realized that the women in the world have made many contributions, yet, not well documented. Thank you for your visit, and I am always so appreciative! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/18/2024 7:44:00 PM
Very dramatic. You carried the story well through a long poem. There was a good poetic feel throughout the poem.
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Date: 7/19/2024 11:28:00 AM
Hello Mike, Thanks for your kind words, and they are always appreciated. Have a great weekend! - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/18/2024 5:53:00 PM
I can almost hear you reading this with dramatic effect. Love the comparison to Ahab on the sea… Into the fight's chaotic ocean, such a fearsome sight…the pale moonlight steeping, his soul forever trapped, the acrid smell of gunpowder. A powerul write! God bless you, Daniel.
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Date: 7/19/2024 11:30:00 AM
Dear Kim, I should read and record this poem based on your suggestions because it is more of that ballad / narrative type of poem. Thanks for your words of confidence and support. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/18/2024 9:47:00 AM
"Retreat we sounded, a mournful bugle's call, Leaving comrades lost, a crimson, mournful pall." Words no warrior wants to say. "It was all my fault!" he fell to his knees and cried As the ghosts of his men stood by his side." War is everyone's fault, to give Pickett shared burden -- we battle ourselves, the warrior, man against fear.
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Date: 7/19/2024 11:33:00 AM
Hello Joe, Thank you so much for your visit and reflections. It truly is more than one person's fault, and many should have the guilt that he had. However, I am not so sure that would be enough to bring peace into our midst. If you ever read his biography, he has so many regrets and struggles with what happened. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/17/2024 6:09:00 PM
To attempt to bring to life such challenging subject matter in a poem is bold, to succeed is truly remarkable. An enthralling and engaging read...brings into perspective the reality of a war that, as an Australian, I often overlook the sheer magnitude of the carnage and suffering it caused. A classic and masterful write my friend.
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Date: 7/18/2024 6:43:00 AM
Hello Paul, I am always appreciative of your visits and comments. War contains so much horror, pain, and suffering, and I guess I know that, as Ecclesiastes 3:8 says, there is "a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace." I pray for much more peace! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/17/2024 1:20:00 AM
What heavy losses endured in shattered states. The realities of war are too hard and I sometimes wonder about the necessities. The sufferings and losses leave a lot of families and nations in turmoil. Well-written historical event dear Daniel. I always have lots to learn from your great pieces.
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Date: 7/17/2024 6:57:00 AM
Dear Tonye, I am very thankful for your comments and kindness. The reality seems to be that war shows itself as a necessity to keep the world in some sort of order. That in and of itself brings a great sadness to us as humans, who should be loving each other and caring for each other. My hope and prayer is that peace one day can be restored. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/16/2024 9:04:00 PM
Reading the first part, I felt I was in the middle of a battle. Though there was recoiling fear in the minds of the soldiers, they had to oblige to the clarion call of the General to advance forward. Besides they had the patriotic zeal burning in them. Sadly it ended up in the loss of many and an appalling defeat. In the second part, I feel the remorse of the man who had been partly responsible for the tragic fate.A thoughtless action will have its irredeemable consequences and the feeling of guilt will continue to plague one all through his life as long as sanity abides in him. This poem brings to light the horrors of war. It also reminds us that the freedom we enjoy now has been won through the relentless sacrifices of our forefathers. Daniel, this is an epic poem of struggle and remorse.
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Date: 7/17/2024 6:54:00 AM
Dear Valsa, You are one of my favorite reviewers of my poetry. I very much appreciate your overviews, insights, and comments. You always seem to capture the nuances that are reflected in the lines. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/16/2024 3:49:00 PM
Quite a write Daniel, war is a most brutal folly The destruction is not just immediate I would Like to see its end..All the best and blessings!
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Date: 7/17/2024 6:46:00 AM
Dear Joe, I am right with you and would be quite a miracle to achieve world peace and there is always hope of that. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/16/2024 12:25:00 PM
I can see the cause of both the North and the South...read a few books myself, historical fiction... you wrote a very eloquent and real portrayal here, enjoyed reading it
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Date: 7/17/2024 6:45:00 AM
Dear Paige, I am always thankful for your visits and I hope that one day we can find world peace but perhaps that is just a pipe dream. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/16/2024 10:59:00 AM
Haunting and heartbreaking, Daniel. When touring with my music ministry I have driven through both Gettysburg and Manassas. The enormity of human loss, the brutality of war, came slamming in on me at both sights as do your powerfully constructed words. Your poem once again brought up a deep sadness in me as my mom is from the north and my dad from the south. Truly "phantoms that linger." The famous cavalry Civil War battle in VA was fought on my family's land. Thank you for this epic work. Your poetic artistry and intelligence mark this poem with brilliance. Truly war is madness.
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Date: 7/17/2024 6:43:00 AM
Dear Sam, I enjoyed reading your comments and am very thankful. It is wonderful to hear that you had a music ministry. We are kindred spirits, for I also did several music ministries with some travelling to include a Men's Southern Gospel Quartet, a trio with my wife and one of my best friend, and I was a worship leader at church for 8 years. All my family, as far as I know, is from the north, but even then, there was some racism going on. I am always saddened to see so much conflict in the world. Thanks again for your blessings. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/15/2024 2:19:00 PM
You are intelligent writer and I see you have done something about American history... which, I know little about.. Your poem delves into philosophical questions about the nature of light and darkness, strength and weakness. The rhetorical questions and reflections, such as “But what is light without darkness, / strength without weakness?” Might make some ponder these dualities in their own lives. The final lines, contemplating the search forhope “within a bed of inescapable madness,” resonate with the human condition’s complexities.
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Date: 7/16/2024 4:13:00 AM
Dear Silent One, Your visits are always insightful, and I appreciate reading your comments. It was one of the darkest periods in the USA because slavery was still intact, and Lincoln and the North wanted to free the slaves fulfilling the constitution that "All Men are Created Equal". 4 long years of war disrupted a country with a tremendous number of casualties and deaths. Philosophically, one must always question the value of light and darkness, war and peace, strength and weakness. Yes, the human condition is very complex, and there are never any easy answers to these types of conflicts. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/15/2024 1:16:00 PM
"Pickett's Charge" Very impressive, Daniel bless you for well executed raw description, I'm sure. The Battle of Gettysburg for the first time, the South took the war into the North. A major Victory for the Union however Lincoln was upset that the Southern troops were not chased as they retreated, as that may have very well ended the "War Between The States". Thanks for sharing xhugs note: Robert E Lee considered himself a Virginian first. :)
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Date: 7/16/2024 4:07:00 AM
Dear Anaya, Thank you for your words of insight and wisdom. I once read a book that was a fictional account of the Battle of Gettysburg that had the south winning that battle. However, because there would have been great loses they would not have been able to march on to Washington. I think most recognize that without the Civil War, the slaves would not have been granted freedom for perhaps decades, and the USA would have been two different countries. However, over 700,000 people died fighting that war. If only we could negotiate in favor of human life. It is always a pleasure to read your comments. Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

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