Gettysburg Gathering 111
12-05-2011, 02:14 AM
#1
Thread Starter
Gettysburg Gathering 111
OK...Folks...here is an awesome event !!! 
I know it's a little early...but it's time to start planning for the new year to come....and I can tell you, if you like awesome roads, and you want to know a little about your country...this is...................the event to attend. This will be our third year to present this drive. From the very first mention of it, years back...as a couple of cars getting together for a little drive and fun, in a small town in Pennsylvania.( Gettysburg ) well...that never really happened !!! This little get together, became a "Full-Blown"...event, and OMG...I do mean "Full-Blown"...Our couple of cars...turned out to be 50 
What do we have to offer ???
Well...Here is a link !!! I would luv to see Ohio represented, as well as the upper Midwest...and all the Pennsylvania peeps that seem to find their way over to this "Forum" !!!
http://forums.s2kca.com/showthread.php?t=41322
...Oh...by the way...Sunday's Battlefield Tour, will be presented & conducted by Sharon & myself.....
....if you don't leave with a tear in your eye....well...let's just say, "You Ain't Human"
Godspeed...and we hope to see you there !!!
I know it's a little early...but it's time to start planning for the new year to come....and I can tell you, if you like awesome roads, and you want to know a little about your country...this is...................the event to attend. This will be our third year to present this drive. From the very first mention of it, years back...as a couple of cars getting together for a little drive and fun, in a small town in Pennsylvania.( Gettysburg ) well...that never really happened !!! This little get together, became a "Full-Blown"...event, and OMG...I do mean "Full-Blown"...Our couple of cars...turned out to be 50 What do we have to offer ???
Well...Here is a link !!! I would luv to see Ohio represented, as well as the upper Midwest...and all the Pennsylvania peeps that seem to find their way over to this "Forum" !!!http://forums.s2kca.com/showthread.php?t=41322
...Oh...by the way...Sunday's Battlefield Tour, will be presented & conducted by Sharon & myself.....
....if you don't leave with a tear in your eye....well...let's just say, "You Ain't Human"
Godspeed...and we hope to see you there !!!
12-05-2011, 07:31 AM
#3
Thread Starter
This is one "M"...That you will soon not forget...That I can promise.......Not the Dragon, but a total different atmosphere..Awesome roads, friends, ( new & old ) and a History lesson that you will "NEVER" forget !!!!
12-05-2011, 09:44 AM
#4
Went to Gettysburg II.... and had a blast.
Not that much driving on curvy roads at this event..... its more about our country's history, and being with lots of old and new friends.
I would highly recommend this event if you have any interest in the War of 1812 or was it the Civil War?
Not that much driving on curvy roads at this event..... its more about our country's history, and being with lots of old and new friends.
I would highly recommend this event if you have any interest in the War of 1812 or was it the Civil War?
12-05-2011, 04:04 PM
#6
If you have not been to one of the Gettysburg GTG's you are missing a treat. 
They are a great bunch of people and Denny can describe every inch of ground and the battle that took place on that ground. We have been to two and hate to miss the next one. 
They are a great bunch of people and Denny can describe every inch of ground and the battle that took place on that ground. We have been to two and hate to miss the next one.
12-06-2011, 03:22 AM
#7
Thread Starter
Thanks Scoots....We ( Sharon & I ) have been studying it for 17 years !!!! 
Trending Topics
12-07-2011, 07:44 AM
#9
Thread Starter
It's the evening...the night is still...but all are restless...Many thoughts come to mind...as I stare into the star filled night sky...As the troops sit around the campfires...some laughing, some with their heads hung low....others, praying for better times, and myself..........Well....I am going to write to you my darling Sarah, lest you know my thoughts.....So with pen in hand.....
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure - and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows - when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children - is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours - always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
Evening, June, 30th , 1863
...in a small woods, just west of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
1st Lt. Sullivan Ballou
.......... Lt. Ballou was killed in action, @ Gettysburg...July, 1st....1863
He was fighting for his beliefs, and his Country
Godspeed.....................................
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure - and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows - when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children - is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours - always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
Evening, June, 30th , 1863
...in a small woods, just west of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
1st Lt. Sullivan Ballou
.......... Lt. Ballou was killed in action, @ Gettysburg...July, 1st....1863
He was fighting for his beliefs, and his Country
Godspeed.....................................
12-09-2011, 01:53 AM
#10
Thread Starter
William Barksdale's Mississippians....
....Godspeed, boys !!!!
“We steadily advanced, driving the enemy before us…the trees proved to be a peach orchard. On the end of the orchard was a barn in which a part of the enemy had taken refuge…I forced the door open and within less than two minutes we had killed, wounded or captured every man in the barn…the brigade moved through the orchard towards the heights [Cemetery Ridge], still driving the enemy before them.
“General Barksdale encouraged the men by shouting ‘Forward, men, forward,’ which was the only command that I ever heard him give after a battle commenced By this time we were under the heavy fire of two lines of battle and their artillery and our losses had been very heavy…”
The 18th, 13th and 17th Mississippi regiments were leaving dead and wounded all over the field as they moved north of the Wheatfield Road, their faces blackened from chewing powder cartridges as they reloaded. The 21st regiment, which was likewise being decimated, had moved farther south on the right of the brigade line, into the front of the 68th Pennsylvania regiment.
The Mississippi regiments north of the road smashed the Pennsylvania regiments there, forcing the survivors to withdraw fighting. The 21st, likewise, scattered the regiment in its front. But not without cost.
....."ALL"....... for my beliefs
....Godspeed, boys !!!!
“We steadily advanced, driving the enemy before us…the trees proved to be a peach orchard. On the end of the orchard was a barn in which a part of the enemy had taken refuge…I forced the door open and within less than two minutes we had killed, wounded or captured every man in the barn…the brigade moved through the orchard towards the heights [Cemetery Ridge], still driving the enemy before them.
“General Barksdale encouraged the men by shouting ‘Forward, men, forward,’ which was the only command that I ever heard him give after a battle commenced By this time we were under the heavy fire of two lines of battle and their artillery and our losses had been very heavy…”
The 18th, 13th and 17th Mississippi regiments were leaving dead and wounded all over the field as they moved north of the Wheatfield Road, their faces blackened from chewing powder cartridges as they reloaded. The 21st regiment, which was likewise being decimated, had moved farther south on the right of the brigade line, into the front of the 68th Pennsylvania regiment.
The Mississippi regiments north of the road smashed the Pennsylvania regiments there, forcing the survivors to withdraw fighting. The 21st, likewise, scattered the regiment in its front. But not without cost.
....."ALL"....... for my beliefs
Thread
Thread Starter
Forum
Replies
Last Post
jerrypeterson
Pacific Northwest S2000 Owners
25
02-24-2004 09:24 AM
Station
Oregon S2000 Owners
2
05-12-2003 10:00 AM