At Home in Carolina, by David Lawson

A warm wind blows off the ocean, bringing the smells of fresh bread, ham and pecan pie into my room, waking me. It is quiet and calm; Mom is finishing breakfast as we gather in the dining room … it’s Christmas Day on Sullivan’s Island outside of Charleston. The Christmas tree lit with candles, handmade decorations and presents for the family. It’s a day that will be ever etched in our minds. Christmas at home with the ones you love.

“Lieutenant … wake up. You’re dreaming.”

“Where am I?”

“You are at a Union hospital; your wound became infected. You’re in Gettysburg.”

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