High Water Mark (July 3rd, 1863)

Lee: “It Was Very Close Yesterday I Thought For Sure They Would Break But This Attack That I Have Planned A Massive Strike Across Open Land In The Center They Will Break (Will They Break?) But Plan It Well, Everything’s At Stake We’ll Hit ‘Em Hard, Not A Silent Gun Before The Infantry’s Begun” “Execute It Well, We Risk Everything” “It’s In God’s Hands Now” Longstreet: “General Lee I Must Tell You Straight I Believe This Attack Will Fail No 15,000 Men Ever Made Will Overtake That Ridge Today A Mile Charge Over Open Ground With Yankee Cannon Gunnin’ Us Down” Lee: “We Do Our Duty, We Do What We Must And In My Plan You Will Trust” The Rebel Cannon Break The Silence 150 Guns Make Up Their Cannonade They Must Destroy The Union Center Before The Infantry Can Launch Their Grand Assault The Yankees Are Returning Fire (The Earth Shakes Violently) In Washington D.C. Lincoln Feels The Earth Shake What Happens Here This Day The Fate Of This Nation In The Balance It Will Hang Consumed With The Pain The Courage Of The Blue The Valor Of The Grey So Very Sad But True Consumed With The Pain The Virginians Are The Chosen In Wait Behind The Trees On Seminary Ridge Longstreet’s Slow To Give The Order The Lines Emerge, A Mile, 15,000 Men The Charge Begins In All It’s Grandeur (To The Copse Of Trees) For Many Of These Men They Know It Is Their Last The Slaughter Now Ensues Bodies Fall Like Rain They Valiantly Pursue Yet Doomed To Remain At The Double Quick They Charge The Canister Rips Through Them To The Mouth Of Hell They March Glory, The Only Gain Armistead: “We’re Almost There My Boys I’ve Never Served With Finer We Must Push Forward Boys And Bayonet The Yankee Tyrants To The Copse Of Trees We Charge To Crush The Union Center And When They Turn And Run An Open Road Leads Us To Freedom” Lee “It’s Over Now We Are Retreating I Never Thought That We’d Be Beaten All This Blood Is On My Hands The Thousands Dead Due To My Plan I Am Responsible, All Of It Is My Fault I Thought Us Invincible Is This God’s Will After All? I Look Across This Blood Soaked Land All This Blood Is On My Hands God Forgive Me, Please Forgive Me It’s All My Fault, The Blood Is On My Hands”