Gettysburg High School - Cannon Aid Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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EDI ATI N The green fields lay peaceful in the warm shimmering sunlight. The little town of Get- tysburg had not yet been racked or shaken by the ominous thunderbolts of that great god, War. It knew naught of strife or suffering. And so, it lay there, lazy, cheerful, and happy. A score of years had passed. The little town no longer was joyful. Its countenance was clouded with anxiety, and worried frowns were continually on its brow. The great can- nons resounded with nerve-racking rumblings. People everywhere sought safety-War had come to Gettysburg. Never since the crusades had such blood been spilled into such a momentous cause. The crisis of the great struggle to keep a nation unified was being enacted at Gettysburg. The fate of a country was in the hands of the brave men fighting here. What that fate was to be, only the Almighty knew. War rolled on. North met south, Blue faced Gray, brothers fought brothers, men kill- ed and were killed, the rich brushed shoulders with the poor, laborers fought side by side with the kings of industry and commerce, penniless poverty was blood brother to the millionaire, class distinction and antagonism were forgotten. War, like some great blotter, Had, for the time, absorbed the petty trivialities from the minds of the people. We see the battleheld as a smooth expanse of green rolling sod, leafy trees rustling in the breeze, and tall white marble monuments stretching their graceful spires to the sky. What we do not see is that bloodshed, that strife and cruelty which it once held, not do we hear those dire prophets of war send out their whistling messengers of death. We of today have been saved from all that misery by our brave ancestors. As a class one for all and all for one, we dedicate this book to this great battlefield which spelled liberty for our country, and to those brave men living and dead who struggled here. This battlefield is to us a reminder of that great task yet remaining before us. We will carry on as befit the sons and daughters of those who gave their life for freedom and democracy. . ig X X N 3 X. . ,aa . -. .. at