Gettysburg Day 2 – Worst Ground I Ever Seen
We had a rather free-ranging conversation over many topics including my trip to Dublin where I noted that none of the public contact people were Irish. Mr. Mullally told me that during the Celtic Tiger period, they had to recruit planners from South Africa. There was an interesting interlude in which CV was quizzing Mr. Mullally about the Irish immigrant experience in America. That was kind of odd since that is my heritage, not his.
The Irish Brigade had a really bad day in the Wheatfield which changed hands several times. Mr. Mullally and I hunted out some regimental markers, which General Buford had told me to be on the look-out for.
CV and I ate the rations we had carried as we were in line for the shuttle bus for our trip to Little Round Top. CV thought we had done enough walking by then. Little Round Top is my next post.
Gettysburg Day 1- Through The Streets To Cemetery Hill
Maybe it is just me, but it seems like if you see someone wearing a T-shirt commemorating a particular unit, it is more than likely an Irish unit. I’ve taken to greeting people wearing them with “Clear the Way” which is a translation of what the Irish Brigade was chanting as they went into battle at Antietam. A fellow, wearing an odd-looking kepi, that I tried it on turned out to be Father Stephen Duncan. Father Duncan told me that he had been reenacting Father William Corby. Father Corby had famously given absolution to the men of the Brigade before they went into action in the Wheatfield on July 2.
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