The Battle of Fredericksburg
The Battle of Fredericksburg 1862, A Poem by Larry Golicz, 05/14/2008 Foggy Morning, we need to cross. Planks in hand, we fear no loss. The river wide is our goal, A broken bridge as one and whole. But shots rang out from Greys in town. The minis zinged and whizzed around. We turned and ran to save... Sign in to see full entry.