GDG- "By God, that's infantry.

[Dennis Lawrence]

 From Killer Angels -

The land west of Gettysburg is a series of ridges, like waves in the earth. 
The first Rebel infantry came in that way, down the narrow gray road from 
the mountain gap. At noon they were in sight of the town. It was a small 
neat place: white board houses, rail fences, all in order, one white church 
steeple. The soldiers coming over the last ridge by the Lutheran Seminary 
could see across the town to the hills beyond and a winding gray road 
coming up from the South, and as the first gray troops entered the town 
there was motion on that southern road: a blur, blue movement, blue 
cavalry. They came on slowly around the last bend, a long blue smoking 
snake, spiked with guns and flags. The soldiers looked at each other across 
vacant fields. The day was very hot; the sky was a steamy haze. Someone 
lifted a gun and fired, but the range was too long. The streets of 
Gettysburg were deserted.

Just beyond the town there were two hills. One was wooded and green; the 
other was flat, topped by a cemetery. The Union commander, a tall blond 
sunburned man named John Buford, rode up the long slope to the top of the 
hill, into the cemetery. He stopped by a stone wall, looked down across 
flat open ground, lovely clear field of fire. He could see all the way 
across the town and the ridges to the blue mountains beyond, a darkening 
sky On the far side of the town there was a red brick building, the stately 
Seminary, topped with a white cupola. The road by the building was jammed 
with Rebel troops. Buford counted half a dozen flags. He had thought it was 
only a raiding party. Now he sensed power behind it, a road flowing with 
troops all the way back to the mountains.

The first blue brigade had stopped on the road below, by a red barn. The 
commander of that brigade, Bill Gamble, came up the hill on a muddy horse, 
trailed by a small cloud of aides, gazed westward with watery eyes. He 
wheezed, wiping his nose.

"By God, that's infantry.

Killer Angels