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She's been at our shelter since 2013. Eleven years. Every person who met her said she was wonderful. Every person walked past her kennel and chose a younger dog. She stopped coming to the front of her kennel a few years ago. Stopped performing. Made a quiet peace with being where she was." Last Tuesday a veteran came in. He said — "I need a calm dog. I'm still learning how to be still myself." I showed him three dogs. He was putting his jacket on to leave. He stopped outside kennel seven. Luna looked at him from her bed. Didn't perform. Didn't come to the front. Just looked at him the way she looks at people when she decides they're worth seeing. He said — "Can I sit with her?" He sat on the concrete floor at her level. Not the bench. The floor. That was 11am. At 3pm I looked in. He was still there. Her white muzzle was in his hand. Their breathing had synchronized. At 3:15 he came to the front desk and said — "I'd like to take her home. I think we need each other." I excused myself to the back room and sat on an overturned bucket and cried for a long time. He texted me yesterday — "First time I've slept through the night in three years. I think she was saving that for me." She was. Eleven years of saving it. For one Tuesday. For him. Drop a ❤️ for Luna. Share this for every senior dog still waiting for their Tuesday. They're saving everything they have for the right person to walk through that door.

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Around 1pm Longstreet gave the word... "Let the batteries open" 150 guns 1st cannon fires 2nd cannon misfires followed by the volley of the rest of the guns It was to last approx. 20 min to clear the Union guns 20 min that would come & go w/ not much result #Gettysburg

Today in 1863, Confederate general George Pickett's division mounts a disastrous frontal assault on the Union centre at Gettysburg. Although he commands just 3 of the 11 brigades that attack, it goes down in history as "Pickett's Charge" See: militaryhistorynow.com/2016/06/03/the…

July 2 is the anniversary of the second day of the Battle of Gettysburg. Today, fighting at Little Round Top ended in a Union victory after Confederate troops unsuccessfully attacked the Union left flank.

On this day in 1863, the entire Union army hung on a single regiment holding the end of the line, and they were led by a schoolteacher who was about to do something nobody had told him to do. Here's why that one hill mattered so much. The Union line at Gettysburg curled along the high ground like a giant fishhook, and Little Round Top was the very tip of it, the far left end of everything. If the Confederates got around that end, they could roll up the whole army from the side, folding it up like a rug. And for most of the afternoon, incredibly, nobody was even guarding it. It was pure luck that an engineer riding by noticed the hill was naked and screamed for troops before the enemy arrived. The men who got rushed up to the very end of that line were the 20th Maine, and their commander was Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, a man who a couple of years earlier had been teaching rhetoric at a small college. Now he was told the plainest order in the army. This is the end of the line. You cannot retreat. Hold this ground or the army dies. So they held. Wave after wave of Alabama troops came climbing up through the rocks and trees, and the Maine men fought them off and fought them off until their cartridge boxes were empty and half of them were down. One more charge and it was over. Chamberlain had nothing left to shoot with. So he did the crazy thing. He ordered his exhausted men to fix bayonets and charge downhill, swinging the line like a gate slamming shut. The move was so sudden and so insane that the attacking Confederates, who thought they were about to win, broke and ran or threw up their hands. A professor with an empty gun and a wild idea saved the flank, and maybe the battle.

163 years ago at dawn, a Union general named John Buford stood in the cupola of a Lutheran seminary west of a little Pennsylvania town and understood something almost nobody else did yet. The war was about to land here, on these three low ridges, whether anyone wanted it or not. The night before he had told a subordinate that within forty-eight hours a great battle would be fought on the ground in front of them. He was off by only a few hours. Buford had roughly 2,700 cavalrymen and a suicidal assignment. Robert E. Lee’s infantry was coming down the Chambersburg Pike in the thousands, and Buford’s job was to hold the high ground long enough for the Union infantry to get there. Lose those ridges and the Confederates would own the good ground for the whole battle. So he chose to fight dismounted, trading space for time, knowing full well he was spending men’s lives by the minute to buy hours. The battle actually opened around 7:30 that morning about three miles out, at a vidette post on the pike in front of a blacksmith named Ephraim Wisler’s house. A lieutenant of the 8th Illinois Cavalry, Marcellus Jones, saw Confederate infantry coming up the road, borrowed a carbine off Sergeant Levi Shafer, rested it on a fence rail, and fired at a mounted officer six or seven hundred yards away. He almost certainly missed. Didn’t matter. The point of that shot was not to hit a man. It was to say the enemy is here, and it started the loudest three days in American history. Something like seven million rounds would be fired on that field before it was over. Jones fired the first one. Buford’s troopers held. Barely. They fell back yard by grudging yard while Buford sat his horse and waited on the one man who could turn a delaying action into a decision. Around mid-morning John Reynolds rode up ahead of his infantry. Reynolds was, by a lot of accounts, the finest general the Union army had. Lincoln had reportedly offered him command of the whole Army of the Potomac weeks earlier and Reynolds had effectively turned it down. He met Buford, took one look, and made the call that decided everything: we fight here. He sent riders galloping to bring up the rest of the army and personally started shoving his lead brigades into the fight. Around 10:15, while positioning the 2nd Wisconsin at the edge of Herbst Woods, Reynolds turned in the saddle to check on the men coming up behind him. His last words were something like forward men, for God’s sake, and drive those fellows out of the woods. A bullet took him in the back of the neck and he was dead before he hit the ground. His orderly said he never spoke or moved again, that he had never seen a ball do its work so instantly. He was the highest-ranking man on either side to die at Gettysburg, killed inside the first few hours of a fight he had personally chosen to start. He had a fiancée named Kate waiting on him. She entered a convent after they buried him. And here is the part people forget. By the end of that first day it looked like a Confederate win. They shattered two Union corps and drove the survivors back through the streets in a bloody, jostling retreat. But the beaten Federals rallied on the high ground south of town, on Cemetery Hill and the ridge running off it, exactly the ground Buford had bled his cavalry to protect at sunrise. Lee spent the next two days throwing his army at those heights and breaking it against them. Pickett’s Charge died on that ridge on July 3rd. The Confederacy never mounted a serious invasion of the North again. All of it, the whole hinge of the war, came down to a stubborn cavalryman who refused to give up three ridges, an infantry general who rode toward the sound of the guns and paid for it with his life inside three hours, and a nervous Illinois lieutenant who borrowed a rifle at half past seven in the morning and fired the shot that started the rest of American history. Same date. This morning. 163 years ago.

Buford is ESSENTIAL right now Meade doesn't know what the ground looks like at #Gettysburg Buford understands that they need to obtain the high ground If it weren't for Buford & his tactical intuition in the assessment of the events abt to unfold here... oof.

Lee wants to "Roll up the left flank" of the Union line & take Cemetery Hill Anderson is to attack the center but Lee has it wrong He thinks the left flank is "in the air" but the Union line stretches to LRT Enter UNCLE DAN Sickles #Gettysburg #Gettysburg163

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