Land of Ghosts

Posted: August 10, 2014 by writingsprint in Drama
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Little Round Top

Larry shivered as he walked up Little Round Top. Late October is hit or miss weather in Pennsylvania. Cool air misted the ground with patches of fog. It wasn’t the fog that made him shiver.

His son Greg held out his hand. “Can you make it, dad?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just a little rocky here. Let me take my time.”

Greg rubbed his arms. “Wish we had better weather for you.”

“Don’t you worry about that. I’m just glad to be here.” He swept his arm across the hill. “Can you imagine? Can you see it? Charging up this hill, over and over again, with the 20th Maine up there behind those rocks.”

“A lot of brave people fought here.”

“So many.” Larry imagined gray uniforms around them in the gray mist. His ankles crackled with old age. He imagined the pop of musket fire.

They made a long, slow walk over boulders and slippery grass. Once Larry did take Greg’s help as stumbled on some rocks that came loose under his feet. A shy blot of lemon yellow sun tried to poke through the clouds on the far side of the hill. They made it to the top. Larry made the sign of the cross, touching his hand to his head, belly and shoulders. “My God. You can still feel them.”

“The shadows look like blue uniforms.”

“Are you messing around?”

“No. I was just thinking that.” Greg gestured toward the rocks and trees. “Especially over there, and there.”

Larry nodded. He believed him. Larry realized that he couldn’t hear anything besides their voices. The brush of their feet on the grass and the quiet clatter of rocks sounded like whispers.

Larry thought of his grandson. Timmy was resting back at the hotel. He had an earache. His mother was keeping an eye on him. Larry asked Greg, “Has Timmy learned about the Civil War in school yet?”

“He studied it last year. He drew a map of the battle area for a project.”

“I wish you told me! I’d love to see it.”

“We can ask him if he still has it when we get back.”

“That’d be great. I’d at least like to talk to him about it.”

“He’d like that, too. He had a lot of fun with it. He brought home a foot-tall stack of books from the library. I swear he read all of them.”

Larry smiled. Memories were the best part.

“Looks like the fog is lifting a little bit.”

“Let’s start making our way back. We can make an early lunch.”

Photo credit: “Little Round Top” by rlwelch at en.wikipedia
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Comments
  1. I really like this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. A.D. Everard says:

    I love “The shadows look like blue uniforms.” Perfection! 😀

    Like

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