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“When General Johnston had heard them out, he drew himself up in the saddle, leather creaking, and said quietly: “Gentlemen, we shall attack at daylight tomorrow.”

Quote by Shelby Foote

Book:Shiloh

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Shiloh

Shiloh is a coming-of-age story that explores themes of loss, courage, and the impact of war on a child's life. The narrative follows Shiloh's experiences as he navigates the complexities of the Civil War era, witnessing the harsh realities of war firsthand. more

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Shelby Foote
Shelby Foote

Shelby Foote was an American historian and author, renowned for his works on the American Civil War. Born on November 17, 1916, and passing away on June 27, 2005, Foote's writing style was marked by its vivid storytelling and rich historical detail, earning him high regard among scholars and the general public alike. more

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