A Distant FlameUniversity of Georgia Press, 1.04.2011 г. - 328 страници A young Confederate sharpshooter, Charlie Merrill, has already suffered many losses in his life, but he must find a way to endure--and to grow--if he is to survive the battles he and his fellow soldiers face in July 1864 at the gates of Atlanta. From the opening salvos on Rocky Face Ridge in northwest Georgia through the trials of Resaca and Kennesaw Mountain, Charlie faces the overwhelming force of the Union army and a growing uncertainty about his place in the war. Framed by a story that finds the elderly Charlie giving a speech on the fiftieth anniversary of the Battle of Atlanta, A Distant Flame portrays love, violence, and regret about wrong paths taken. With an attention to historical detail that brings the past powerfully to the present, Philip Lee Williams reveals Charlie's journey of redemption from the Civil War's fields of fire to the slow steps of old age. |
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... doorway, his straw boater askew. The aroma of his shaving lotion did not stop as he did and blew into the room, sharp and lingering, like spiced fruit. “You're not dressed yet, sir? Forgive me. It is very 6 PHILIP LEE WILLIAMS.
Philip Lee Williams. “You're not dressed yet, sir? Forgive me. It is very early” “Come in, Barry. Would you join me for breakfast? Mrs. Knight says I'm overdue at the table already.” “Is she coming back up here?” He removed the hat and ...
... you're the devil's own marksman, but a fool for that.” Charlie felt himself drift through the screams of the dying and wounded, dreaming it, watching Federals fall before his firing. The Federals thought there was a gap in their lines ...
... You're too little,” said Jack. “Your foot is hurt is all,” said Charlie. “I was sick when Iwas a baby.” Jack had stopped, and a kind light rose in his eyes. “So was I. Born this way. We only moved here a year ago. Your daddy's the ...
... you're the best shot I know, Charlie. You're the best shot in town.” “But that thing in Macon—that couldn't be. I feel like . . .” Charlie shook his head, trying to shake the image loose, but he could not dismiss it. “Well, I believe it ...
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April 19 1864 | 26 |
July 26 1861 | 36 |
July 22 1914 | 43 |
April 20May 8 1864 | 47 |
May 16 1862 | 166 |
June 226 1864 | 172 |
Summer and Fall 1862 | 191 |
July 221914 | 200 |
Winter 18621863 | 205 |
June 27 1864 | 217 |
July 22 1914 | 226 |
July 2122 1864 | 234 |
July 27 1861 | 59 |
July 28 1861 | 63 |
May 813 1864 | 68 |
July 22 1914 | 83 |
AugustSeptember 1861 | 88 |
May 1419 1864 | 97 |
July 22 1914 | 116 |
OctoberDecember 1861 | 123 |
JanuaryMarch 1862 | 131 |
May 2231 1864 | 140 |
July 23September 1 1864 | 251 |
July 22 1914 | 265 |
July 221914 500530 PM | 271 |
July 221914 545630 PM | 276 |
July 221914 630930 PM | 284 |
July 221914 930Midnight | 297 |
November 1918 | 301 |
Authors Note | 305 |