What the heck i wrote this poem after my first visit to little round top at gettsburg in 96 . LAST SUNSET--No one will come to mend these wounds----My tears my cries fall on deafning ears-----My blood forms a crimson stream then pools in a lake of my eternity---I await my end---Dreading the march i must take--with my commarads in arms ----------------------- Many times i've died --Many more times will i rise again. ------ Thanks Jim