Chapter 11
Andy took the haversack and lantern with him as he hurried back to his encampment. Despite the morning sun, thick fog still draped the woods, and he heard men from his regiment somewhere up ahead as he approached the battlefield. As silently as possible, he skirted the clearing, keeping to the trees and bushes to avoid discovery. He thought he heard McNair’s reedy voice among the soldiers, and at one point Wiley called out for the men to stay together. The sound of digging filled the air, ringing off the trees and fog until it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, a hundred shovels crunching through dirt and rocky soil as the men buried the dead. At least they were burying them, Andy thought as he edged away from the sounds. That small measure of respect almost made up f
