
The Unseen Front
The air reeked of iron and damp earth as Eleanor knelt beside the cot, her fingers brushing the fevered brow of a young soldier. The camp stretched behind her, a labyrinth of canvas tents and wagons, the acrid tang of…
The air reeked of iron and damp earth as Eleanor knelt beside the cot, her fingers brushing the fevered brow of a young soldier. The camp stretched behind her, a labyrinth of canvas tents and wagons, the acrid tang of…
The air reeked of iron and burnt wool as Clara knelt beside the wounded, her fingers steady despite the cannon fire booming above. The hospital tent trembled with each explosion, but she didn’t flinch. Her nurse’s uniform, once pristine, was…
The first cannon fire split the sky over Gettysburg on July 1, 1863, and Clara Whitaker pressed her palms against the damp earth, feeling the tremor in her bones. The air reeked of sulfur and sweat, a stench that clung…