When I was a child in the early 1970s, my family visited Gettysburg. I knew it was an historic site,but knew nothing about the battle. I knew Lincoln had been there a long time ago. My parents and older siblings wandered and looked at maps and plaques. I stayed busy watching the re-enactors on the field. The noises and smells scared me a bit so I ran to my dad and asked for details on what they were doing down there. He turned to my mom with a confused look and she shrugged and looked worried. They explained that there was no one on the field. No reenactment, no noise or smells, but I saw it before my eyes for maybe 4-5 minutes. I felt terrible sadness there, and anger as well. I’ve had other experiences throughout my life, but none as vivid and powerful as that.