Gettysburg : Histoires de la moisson rouge et le lendemain -- . barrages vit que Parsons hadcome en arrière et le regardait. Aint Hooker dans pas plus de commande ? Heasked. 26 Aucune GETTYSBURG ; Meade. Et allaient à New York ? Suppose. Adams était assis bien droit, l'ex-pression de la commisération sur son facechanged gentiment à l'un de dégoût. Brace up, boy.Quel est le problème avec vous ? Parsons s'assit à côté de lui. Son visage wasgray ; ses yeux bleus, à partir de peu de fourrage underhis-cap, fermé comme s'il wereswooning. Je ne peux pas le supporter, il a dit qu'en épaisseur. Je cansee eux toute la journée, et les entendre toute la nuit, tous les gr

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Gettysburg : stories of the red harvest and the aftermath -- . dams saw that Parsons hadcome back and was staring at him. Aint Hooker in command no more? heasked. 26 GETTYSBURG No; Meade. And were going to Pennsylvania? Guess so. Adams sat upright, the ex-pression of kindly commiseration on his facechanged to one of disgust. Brace up, boy.Whats the matter with you? Parsons sat down beside him. His face wasgray; his blue eyes, looking out from underhis little forage-cap, closed as though he wereswooning. I cant stand it, he said thickly. I cansee them all day, and hear them all night, allthe groaning — I — The old man pulled from his pocket a littlebag. It contained his last pipeful of tobacco, the one that he had been betting. Take that. You got to get such things outof your head. It wont do. The trouble withyou is that ever since youve enlisted, thiscompany s been hanging round the outside.You aint been in a battle. One battle11 cureyou. You got to get over it. Yes, repeated the boy. I got to getover it. He lay down beside Adams, panting. The. I CAN T STAND IT, HE SAID THICKLY THE HOME-COMING 27 moon, which would be full in a few days, hadrisen; the sounds of the vast army were allabout them — the click of tin basin againsttin basin, the stamping of horses, the oathsand laughter of men. Some even sang. Theboy, when he heard them, said, Oh, God!It was his one exclamation. It had brokenfrom his lips a thousand times, not as a prayeror as an imprecation, but as a mixture ofboth. It seemed the one word that couldrepresent the indescribable confusion of hismind. He said again, Oh, God! Oh, God! It was not until two days later, when theyhad been for hours on the march, that herealized that they were approaching the littlePennsylvania town where he lived. He hadbeen marching almost blindly, his eyes nearlyclosed, still contemplating his own misery andfear. He could not discuss with his comradesthe next days prospects, he did not knowenough about the situation to spec

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