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I walked Cemetery Ridge on a cold morning when the park was very nearly empty, only a ranger’s truck idling close to the Pennsylvania Monument and a couple in windbreakers tracing a map with their hands. The grass nonetheless holds the contours of outdated earthworks, low and obdurate. If you stand near the Copse of Trees and face west, you spot precisely what the guys of Pickett’s division observed. A mile of gently rising floor, a low stone wall, flags fluttering, and the