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“They had riled a hornet’s nest. In the next few hours the Sharpshooters, reinforced by more of their own men and the 3rd Maine, played havoc with the Confederates who had been massing to the rear of Pitzer’s Woods. They did not have it all their own way, though. Private Bailey George McClelen of the 10th Alabama was lying down with the rest of the regiment listening to the racket between our skirmishers and the enemy. The orders were to reserve our first shots until the enemy advanced close enough to make our shots effective.”

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Gettysburg: An Alternate History

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