The Killer Angels

Chamberlain and Kilrain returned to the 20th Maine at the summit of Little Round Tops looking as weary and distressed as the soil they trod. The little mounds seemed rough and sore from the wind and the debris from the battle. Almost as though they had been ravished and abused by a force of nature.
“Did you get to see General Meade,” asked Tom Chamberlain “Did you tell him about your feeling about our position here sir? How vulnerable we are to a thrust in a very sensitive place.”
“Nay bucko,” spat Kilrain as he worked a chaw of tobacco “Himself was not receiving visitors this morn, I think he must have been reading the newspapers and smelling the flowers. It’s what the rich do make no doubt at’all sir, no doubt at’all.”
“Now Buster we don’t know that,” Colonel Chamberlain wearily replied. “I am sure he is planning out the campaign that we lead to conquest and victory.”
“Now Colonel Darling it’s a rich man’s war but a poor man’s fight, we will be the last to know to be sure. We will be finding out right about when the creatures will be trying to stick us with their bayonets.”
"I think we have to be careful what we say. I heard tell that the General likes to wander around in disguise to hear what people are saying about him. " said Tom. "Taking the temperature he calls it."
"I heard the same thing in the old Army Lieutenant. They said his wife hated when he did that. She would make his life a misery. They say she almost killed him. Old Armistead had to pull her off him, she mauled like a cougar."
“Well then we will just have to be ready Buster, we will just have to be ready.”