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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... laughed and saw the world blue as water, green with renewal. Tree crests brushed the bottom of his brogans. He turned and saw that the man was gone, and he knew this was right. This was how it should be. He wondered where he was for ...
... laughed, taking off his glasses, lifting the blue transferware cup to his lips to sip the fragrant coffee. His grandfather's cup, the last of its kind, yet uncracked, familiar as rain. No great messages in mulberry laxatives. Then: A ...
... laughed, a stuttering, stomach-shaking burst of genuine relief. Charlie smiled at him. The line went solid. Men began to move forward, most in a fine mood, the best since November at least. Sensing the flanking movement, the Western ...
... laughed but seemed as if he might cry. Charlie noticed that the perspiration and snow had frozen in the man's beard, making it look like tree moss, fragile, easily broken. {$43! THE SNOWBALL BATTLE HAD been approved (though soldiers ...
... grown very close. Charlie laughed and cleaned his gun around the cold sputtering campfires, awaiting spring. Sometimes, he would take out the letter and read it: Dear Charlie, I write you with great sorrow from Savannah A Distant Flame 11.
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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 |