"General Pickett, a
graceful horseman, sat lightly in the saddle, his brown locks flowing quite over his shoulders. Pettigrew's division spread their
steps and quickly rectified the alignment, and the grand march moved bravely on. General Trimble mounted, adjusting his seat and
reins as if setting out on a pleasant afternoon ride..."
"...The (Union) batteries that had been drawn off were replaced by others that were fresh. Soldiers and officers began to fall,
some to rise no more, others to find their way to the hospital tents. Single files were cut here and there, then the gaps increased,
and an occasional shot tore wider openings, but, closing the gaps as quickly as made, the march moved on..."
"...the direct fire of infantry and cross-fire of artillery was telling fearfully on the front...Brigadier Garnett was killed,
Kemper and Trimble were desperately wounded...Pickett's lines being nearer, the impact was heaviest upon them. Most of the field
officers were killed or wounded. Colonel Whittle, of Armistead's brigade, who had been shot through the right leg at Williamsburg and
lost his left arm at Malvern Hill, was shot through the right arm, then brought down by a shot through his left leg.
General Armistead, of the second line, spread his steps to supply the places of fallen comrades. His colors cut down, with a
volley against the bristling line of bayonets, he put his cap on his sword to guide the storm. The enemy's massing, enveloping numbers
held the struggle until the noble Armistead fell beside the wheels of the enemy's battery. Pettigrew was wounded, but held his