A Distant FlameUniversity of Georgia Press, 01.04.2011 - 328 Seiten 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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... gone, and he knew this was right. This was how it should be. He wondered where he was for only a moment, lifted by a great sense of exhilaration and buoyancy. Life did have meaning, and sorrow fell backward in retreat. He saw his father ...
... gone and caught a chill? God help me you caught a chill. Half the town be blaming me if you caught a chill.” “I'm perfectly fine. Just bring me my coffee, please.” She left in a soft trail of muttering, and her steps creaked the stairs ...
... gone to those northern ancestral sepulchres, which she made real in words. He washed the last lace shred of foam from his face and dried with a hand towel. A slow tread on the stairs, uncomposed whistling, then leaning with a groan to ...
... gone be like fire through a dried-up cornfield.” Charlie had been considering the dead and the snow and the heat from the fire, trying to think of nothing, to empty himself in a kind of wakeful sleep. Sometimes it worked, sometimes not ...
... gone end here directly,” said Duncan. “You think so, Charlie?” “Always has,” said Charlie. He said nothing more, and though his mind drifted over his mother and Martha, he thought mostly of Sarah. When night came, he always did. July 9 ...
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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 |