Disclaimer in chapter 1.

Another flashback, because I am having such a huge writer's block, sorry y'all.

Thanks to Triple L, Mockingbird, Lt.Cmmdr. XFile,USS Enter, and Meethrill for the reviews!

I'm not sure if this field really exists or not, but I hope for it to tie into the rest of the story.

Chapter 18

Field of Crosses

The Chandler family was on their way home from Gettysburg, Angela Jackie was still not certain of the significance of the field. It was getting late, when her dad pulled off the highway and headed down and old dirt road.

"This road's original intention was for horses and buggies, but our car can make it." Dad informed. Angela Jackie's mom peered out the window cradling the newborn baby.

"Where are we Frank?" She asked unable to see pass the thicket.

"My family use to own a farm out here before the civil war, I want to show you something my dad showed me when I was your age Angela Jackie." Angela Jackie leaned forward in her seat expecting to see something, other than the trees. A dense fog was surrounding them, as her father turned a corner and pulled to a halt. "Will have to walk the rest of the way."

Angela Jackie stepped out of the car, the thick fog blocked all vision. She followed her parents as they made their way down the hill.

"Here it is." Her dad announced in a hush voice. The thick fog broke, to reveal a dramatic sunset over a field of crosses.

"Where are we?" Her mother inquired.

"This is where one of the minor civil war battles took place, after the battle citizens of the near by town, came out to dig graves an bury the soldiers from both sides." The Chandler's walked through the fog and up to one grave. The stone crosses had been eaten by time and the writing was barely readable.

"One day they'll something similar to this for the war were fighting now." Angela Jackie's dad explained to her. "Countless men made the ultimate sacrifice so that America could be what it is to this day, so did the men of Pearl, and other epic battles to come in this war, and perhaps in the future."

"Are all these crosses men who died?" Angela Jackie asked gazing across the field, the crosses seemed to stretch forever, like an endless sea of crosses.

"Unfortunately yes." Her dad answered.

"Did they cry for their mommies like some of the men in the hospital did."

"I believe so." Her mother answered choked up on her own tears. They spent the rest of the evening until the sun set standing there in silent memoir of the men who died, before they turned back to the car, Frank Chandler had one more important bit of advice.

"Sometimes Angela Jackie we must make sacrifices for what we believe will benefit who we are and what we want to become."