It was the hottest day in July as two armies met. The gray and blue had finally crossed paths. As the small town of Gettysburg boarded up their windows to unknowingly be in the dark for days, A battle was about to unfold before them.
The two armies were incessantly fighting under control of two iron-willed generals. As cannon fire ripped through the silence like a knife on a taut rope, soldiers were falling to the ground rapidly. Only the second day, and the worse was yet to come.
The third day of this battle and the casualties were high. As soldiers prayed for safety as they looked up to the sky. The Confederates charged up the Ridge to finish off the fight, But the attack was fruitless, and the Union hit back in spite.