Gods and Generals: A Novel of the Civil War (Civil War Trilogy)
The New York Times bestselling prequel to the Pulitzer Prize–winning classic The Killer Angels
In this brilliantly written epic novel, Jeff Shaara traces the lives, passions, and careers of the great military leaders from the first gathering clouds of the Civil War. Here is Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, a hopelessly by-the-book military instructor and devout Christian who becomes the greatest commander of the Civil War; Winfield Scott Hancock, a captain of quartermasters who quickly establishes himself as one of the finest leaders of the Union army; Joshua Chamberlain, who gives up his promising academic career and goes on to become one of the most heroic soldiers in American history; and Robert E. Lee, never believing until too late that a civil war would ever truly come to pass. Profound in its insights into the minds and hearts of those who fought in the war, Gods and Generals creates a vivid portrait of the soldiers, the battlefields, and the tumultuous times that forever shaped the nation.
Piercing shrillness, a long, high wail that he had not heard since Manassas. He moved the horse, prodded it along the ridge, toward the sound. Taking off his hat, holding it high, he stared at the sound with the blue fire in his eyes. . . . It was the rebel yell. From back behind the heavy trees a new force was advancing into the confused positions of Meade’s men. It was Early’s division, and they flowed into the woods, strong, heavy lines of fresh troops. Now the muskets began again, and.
The fords above him.” Hancock stared blankly at Couch. Reynolds . . . the First Corps, maybe the best they had . . . was not even engaged. Up the road leading toward the river, riders appeared, came through the smoke, turned, moved toward them. Hancock saw the flag of the Fifth Corps, the Maltese cross. It was Meade, and with him, John Reynolds. The aides stayed back, and Couch moved forward. The three men began to speak, and Hancock waited, could hear nothing. Then Couch turned, motioned to.
Way over the rocking pontoons. Lee had his men fed and their guns ready, and in the first light of the new day he sent out the fresh and rested troops, the final crushing blow, and they would push out hard and fast and find only empty trenches. 54. JACKSON Wednesday, May 6, 1863 DAYS BEFORE . . . he had lain awake, listening to the steady roar, the thunder of the big guns in the woods beyond the field hospital, and then muskets, waves of shooting, and sometimes, he thought, It had been.
Command of the cavalry.” “Have you told him that? He might not be too happy—” “General Stuart understands that he is better suited for that command. He acquitted himself adequately in General Jackson’s absence, but he is eager to return to the cavalry. And if we are to succeed, we will require General Stuart’s talents.” Lee stood, the signal that it was over, and Longstreet was up, ducked out through the tent. Taylor moved up, saluted, said, “Sir, the newspaper reporters are waiting . . . they.
To be at your service.” “Well, maybe so, maybe not. Tell me, Colonel, what are your feelings about this rebellion? Your home is in the South. How do you feel about what is going on?” “Sir, forgive me, but I am curious why so many people assume that because Virginia sits below the Potomac, we are in a tight alliance with the cotton states. I do not see Virginians making speeches such as anything prevailing in South Carolina or Mississippi, or Texas. Since my return, I am relieved to see that.