Hi. I’m Ciera, I am 17 going to be 18 in December.I love reading, writing, netflix, theatre, music. I’m a really chill person. I love Fall Out Boy there life. I want to travel to Ireland or Greece. I’m looking for friends maybe more. I’m like 5'3. I’m obsessed with Game of Thrones and Say Yes to the Dress: Atlanta. I guess thats it. xD you can like add me on snapchat or kik or insta.
In case anyone’s wondering what I’m doing with my life (because I haven’t posted anything in a while which means I’ve been being boring for two long) I just got back from visiting my nephew is Saint Petersburg, Florida, and am now working on finishing off the school year before I head down to start work on Long Island.
Summer in Bar Harbor, Maine is crazy. It’s jammed to the brim with tourists from all over, and whatever open space you can find is a welcome treat. I broke many rules climbing over someone’s stone wall and onto their private beach to catch this view of kayakers coming to shore during a spectacularly lovely sunset, but it was worth it. They weren’t home anyway, so it didn’t really matter.
(At the end of the first day’s fighting at Fredericksburg…)
“But out of that silence rose new sounds more appalling still; a strange ventriloquism, of which you could not locate the source, a smothered moan, as if a thousand discords were flowing together into a key-note weird, unearthly, terrible to hear and bear, yet startling with its nearness; the writhing concord broken by cries for help, some begging for a drop of water, some calling on God for pity; and some on friendly hands to finish what the enemy had so horribly begun; some with delirious, dreamy voices murmuring loved names, as if the dearest were bending over them; and underneath, all the time, the deep bass note from closed lips too hopeless, or too heroic, to articulate their agony…It seemed best to bestow myself between two dead men among the many left there by earlier assaults, and to draw another crosswise for a pillow out of the trampled, blood-soaked sod, pulling the flap of his coat over my face to fend off the chilling winds, and still more chilling, the deep, many voiced moan that overspread the field.”
Joshua L. Chamberlain is perhaps most widely known for his role in holding the Federal position on Little Round Top during the Battle of Gettysburg. But before the war would end, the unassuming college professor from Maine would contribute much more than that.
Entering the Union army as a lieutenant colonel, Chamberlain would serve in more than 20 engagements, be wounded six times, and finish his service breveted Major General. His final honor would come when General Ulysses S. Grant designated him to receive the first flag of surrender at Appomattox Court House. The defeated Confederate troops, under the command of General John B. Gordon, anticipated the ultimate humiliation. Instead, they were met with honor and respect.
Rising to the occasion, the general ordered his men to salute their vanquished foes.
For this, Gordon remembered Chamberlain in his memoirs as “one of the knightliest soldiers of the Federal Army.”