It was the summer of 1863 Elz, a young southern sergal, walks through the ranks of the Confederate lines marching to Gettysburg looking for her dear Tom, she moves carefully to no disturb the marching men. She steps through ranks and hops over tails yet still she can't find Tom. Soon Elz gets worried an cried out "Tom! Tom! My dear where are you!? tears were falling from her eyes to her glasses and face then her white dress, her fur was getting heavy from all the dust the men were kicking