In the beginning, it was about shoes.
In the green and glorious countryside of northern Maryland and southern Pennsylvania at the end of June in 1863, two opposing armies groped their way toward destiny, neither knowing for sure where the other was or where it was headed.
There was a small town called Gettysburg in southern Pennsylvania where nine roads converged, almost like the spokes of a wheel. It was rumored that there were shoes to be had in Gettysburg, and many of the Confederate soldiers who had marched all the way from Virginia still had no shoes.
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