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That morning. Tillie and I ran out to greet the newly arriving Union troops and sing songs for them again, but this time the demeanor was less friendly than the day before. The loud booming of guns imobiliare bucuresti in the distance commanded their attention. There were fewer smiles on their faces. This was a different brigade arriving. They looked tired and were covered in dust that had been kicked up along their march. In addition to horses trotting down the street imobiliare bucuresti there were several wagons with flat beds being pulled along towards the north side of town. In many of the wagons were field stretchers and injured men laid out with bandaged wounds. They're coming from battle? I asked. Must be, answered Tillie. From one battle to another. The site of the injured men really dampened our spirits. This was no longer fun and games and songs. Think it possible Instead of tossing out flowers to the various cavalry men, Margaret simply placed the flowers on one imobiliare bucuresti of the passing imobiliare bucuresti wagons. All three of us began imobiliare bucuresti to worry about what struggles these young men would have to endure once their call to arms was given. Many of these men were still just boys, eighteen and nineteen years old. I heard the first crackle of gunfire just after 5:30 that morning. Tillie's father James had been teaching us how to tell the difference between the sounds of the guns while we ate a breakfast of biscuits, butter, and ham. Those are Confederate muskets, he told us as we listened to a choir of tinny pops in the distance. They sounded like firecrackers. Next came several isolated bangs with a slightly deeper resonance to them. And I bet those are Union carbines. Where are they fightin', father? asked Tillie between bites of bacon. Sounds like they're out by Seminary Ridge, he answered. The ridge stretched out along the northwest side of the town. It was aptly named since the Lutheran Seminary was nearby. The Rebels were encamped to the west of the ridge and were attempting to move east while Buford's outnumbered cavalry had taken up positions on the east side of the ridge and were trying to push the Rebels back west. Tillie's father had told us to stay inside that day. I told him that wouldn't be a problem. I was too scared to wander off when there was a war