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July 3, 1863, 1:00 p.m.
In front of Waynesboro, Pennsylvania

'Humphreys! Why did Brewster go ahead without waiting for backup? My orders were quite specific about that! He came on too soon!' Dan Sickles hisses like a volcano just before it erupted.

'I can only imagine he thought he could trigger a panic, break through their center and claim the glory for himself.'

'I swear to god, I will court martial this man!'

'Well sir, that should be rather difficult. A stretcher recently carried what was left of Brewster past me. The man might be on trial right now, but not in this world.' Humphreys replied reluctantly.

Shortly it became quiet and even Sickles, who had been so angry a moment ago, took off his hat and stared into the void.

'He charged valiantly, and he was butchered valiantly. But you have to give him credit for leaving the stage in style...' The corps commander breathed out audibly and then tightened his shoulders before continuing. 'Are all your units finally in place, gentlemen?'

David Birney and Andrew Humphreys nodded without a word.

'Then let us now clean this mess and drive the rebels off that goddamn town in this lord forsaken state.'