Prisoner in Time (Time travel) Read Online Free
Author: Christopher David Petersen
his proud Confederacy was now ignored like useless trash.
The insult of the act was too much for him to stand. Arles felt crazed with rage and anger. He wanted to take action. He needed revenge upon the enemy.
In an act devoid of logic, he stopped and grabbed the rifle. Gently laying his own weapon on the ground, he reverently gave it a nod, then turned and headed back against the flow of retreating men. Holding his Confederate flag high above his head, he waved it vigorously as he ran.
“Come on boys! Let’s show them blue dogs,” he shouted loudly. “Follow me!” he yelled.
Arles ran for the trenches that guarded the hilltop. Dodging soldiers headed for their escape, he repeated his call to duty.
“Come on boys! Let’s show them blue cowards what for,” he roared enthusiastically.
With the Confederate flag moving high through the air, several men stopped to take notice. As they did, others joined the spectacle. Moments later, a hundred men stood and watched proudly as their comrade bravely fired down upon the approaching enemy with his flag-draped rifle. He reloaded quickly and fired again… then again.
Several of the men hurried to Arles’ side and fired their rifles at the enemy. Inspired by their valor, other men joined the heroic cause. Soon, hundreds of men stood on the hilltop’s shallow trenches and laid down bursts of unrelenting fire.
As the enemy’s pace slowed to a crawl, more Confederates were added to the melee. In very little time, the roar of repeated fire was deafening as one rifle became a thousand. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they sent a hail of bullets that turned the hillside a crimson red from the blood of fallen Union soldiers.
In minutes, the proud advancing army now organized a retreat of its own. Hurling back toward the breastworks at the base of the hill, their slow progress over it created a bottleneck that extended their casualties.
-----*-----*-----*-----
As General Hood rode away, he took one last look through his field glasses. To the east, his men were fighting for their lives while trying to escape. The Union right flank had nearly closed off their remaining route of retreat. Within a short time, they would be encircled and their capture would be complete. His stomach churned as he thought about their fate.
Scanning to the east, his mind suddenly became confused. What he expected to see was very different than what he saw through his binoculars. He pulled them from his eyes and stared out over the eastern slopes of Compton’s Hill.
“This can’t be,” he said under his breath.
Quickly, he brought his field glasses back to his eyes. Adjusting the focus, he shouted in disbelief, “This can’t be!”
“Sir?” Captain Gabriel shouted a short distance away.
“Captain, sound the buglers. All men advance to the east,” he shouted. “We just might be able to save ‘em.”
“Save ‘em? Sir, with all due respect, we’re being overrun.”
“Captain, I found our miracle,” Gen Hood said, now handing him his field glasses. Pointing to the top of Compton’s Hill, he said, “There… there’s our miracle.”
Captain Gabriel stared across the valley to the action taking place at the hilltop.
“Sir, I don’t understand. Who ordered those men to fight?”
“I don’t know, but whoever it was deserves a medal. Now, sound that advance,” Gen. Hood responded once more.
“Yes Sir,” Captain Gabriel replied enthusiastically.
Within seconds, the buglers horn signaled a return to battle. Moments later, more buglers carried the order. As the retreating men hurried back to their station, General Hood monitored the action from his distant bluff.
-----*-----*-----*-----
“We’ve got ‘em on the run now, boys,” Arles shouted. “Let’s get ‘em.”
With his adrenaline pumping and with little regard for his safety, he leaped from the trench and
The insult of the act was too much for him to stand. Arles felt crazed with rage and anger. He wanted to take action. He needed revenge upon the enemy.
In an act devoid of logic, he stopped and grabbed the rifle. Gently laying his own weapon on the ground, he reverently gave it a nod, then turned and headed back against the flow of retreating men. Holding his Confederate flag high above his head, he waved it vigorously as he ran.
“Come on boys! Let’s show them blue dogs,” he shouted loudly. “Follow me!” he yelled.
Arles ran for the trenches that guarded the hilltop. Dodging soldiers headed for their escape, he repeated his call to duty.
“Come on boys! Let’s show them blue cowards what for,” he roared enthusiastically.
With the Confederate flag moving high through the air, several men stopped to take notice. As they did, others joined the spectacle. Moments later, a hundred men stood and watched proudly as their comrade bravely fired down upon the approaching enemy with his flag-draped rifle. He reloaded quickly and fired again… then again.
Several of the men hurried to Arles’ side and fired their rifles at the enemy. Inspired by their valor, other men joined the heroic cause. Soon, hundreds of men stood on the hilltop’s shallow trenches and laid down bursts of unrelenting fire.
As the enemy’s pace slowed to a crawl, more Confederates were added to the melee. In very little time, the roar of repeated fire was deafening as one rifle became a thousand. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they sent a hail of bullets that turned the hillside a crimson red from the blood of fallen Union soldiers.
In minutes, the proud advancing army now organized a retreat of its own. Hurling back toward the breastworks at the base of the hill, their slow progress over it created a bottleneck that extended their casualties.
-----*-----*-----*-----
As General Hood rode away, he took one last look through his field glasses. To the east, his men were fighting for their lives while trying to escape. The Union right flank had nearly closed off their remaining route of retreat. Within a short time, they would be encircled and their capture would be complete. His stomach churned as he thought about their fate.
Scanning to the east, his mind suddenly became confused. What he expected to see was very different than what he saw through his binoculars. He pulled them from his eyes and stared out over the eastern slopes of Compton’s Hill.
“This can’t be,” he said under his breath.
Quickly, he brought his field glasses back to his eyes. Adjusting the focus, he shouted in disbelief, “This can’t be!”
“Sir?” Captain Gabriel shouted a short distance away.
“Captain, sound the buglers. All men advance to the east,” he shouted. “We just might be able to save ‘em.”
“Save ‘em? Sir, with all due respect, we’re being overrun.”
“Captain, I found our miracle,” Gen Hood said, now handing him his field glasses. Pointing to the top of Compton’s Hill, he said, “There… there’s our miracle.”
Captain Gabriel stared across the valley to the action taking place at the hilltop.
“Sir, I don’t understand. Who ordered those men to fight?”
“I don’t know, but whoever it was deserves a medal. Now, sound that advance,” Gen. Hood responded once more.
“Yes Sir,” Captain Gabriel replied enthusiastically.
Within seconds, the buglers horn signaled a return to battle. Moments later, more buglers carried the order. As the retreating men hurried back to their station, General Hood monitored the action from his distant bluff.
-----*-----*-----*-----
“We’ve got ‘em on the run now, boys,” Arles shouted. “Let’s get ‘em.”
With his adrenaline pumping and with little regard for his safety, he leaped from the trench and
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