
As I write this, I am sitting in a hotel room in southern Ohio. The birds are singing, and the day offers promise. Generally, I love mornings, as they offer a chance for reflection and meditation, and a chance to jumpstart my batteries for a long full day ahead. The moment is peaceful and relaxing, and the day offers interesting challenges and opportunities.
For many soldiers at Gettysburg, the mornings brought some sanity to the madness. I have been heavily researching the attack on East Cemetery Hill for a manuscript I just finished and submitted to a leading publisher. Most of the soldiers' descriptions of the morning of July 2, 1863, are consistent in describing the sense of peace and serenity that morning, despite the carnage of July 1 and the promise that this day would bring even more suffering and pain. But, for now, the morning broke with a calmness that offered hope.





