Sunrise... quiet and peaceful. Absolute silence.
All you can hear is the sound of birds waking up. All you can feel is the coolness and the moisture of the morning dew. There's a fresh clean unspoiled smell to the air. And as the sun peeks over the horizon you see the same sunrise as it was seen over the battlefield 158 years ago. The quiet before the storm, and the raging battle that is yet to come. You think about the men that fought and died here, on this very spot. If you clear you mind and close your eyes, you can almost hear the faint sounds of the men rustling around preparing for battle. The fading smell of the burning wood of the campfires. Then the smell of gunpowder.
Sunrise... It's a quiet moment to stop and reflect, seeing the same sunrise that they saw so many years ago. Sunrise is clearly a special time. Unique in its ability to span the years as if they were mere minutes ago.
Sunrise... It's a quiet moment to stop and reflect, seeing the same sunrise that they saw so many years ago. Sunrise is clearly a special time. Unique in its ability to span the years as if they were mere minutes ago.
