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Top 10 MÃ¥neskin Songs Loved By Fans looks at the music of a band that has caught the attention of music fans of all ages. We love this group‚ and so does everyone else. They are one of the most exciting and unique groups to have come around in the past twenty years. Before their rise to fame and consequent victory in the 2021 Eurovision Song Contest‚ MÃ¥neskin were normal teenagers performing in the streets of Rome. Nowadays‚ the band is riding high‚ with most of their music ranking high on worldwide charts. The Italian band comprises Damiano David‚ the The post Top 10 MÃ¥neskin Songs Loved By Fans appeared first on ClassicRockHistory.com.

It’s not referring to a tropical disease to say that someone has an EGOT. It means they’ve got a mantlepiece at home where stand an Emmy‚ a Grammy‚ an Oscar‚ and a Tony—the four major pop culture awards in America. Only 18 entertainers have achieved this quadruple‚ and now Elton John stands among them as […] The post Elton John Just Achieved EGOT Status with Emmy Win–Only 19 People Have Done it in History appeared first on Good News Network.

As a pawn in the follies of kings‚ Xishi must play both sides carefully if she hopes to survive… We’re thrilled to share the cover of Ann Liang’s A Song to Drown Rivers‚ a reimagining of the legend of Xishi‚ one of the four great beauties of Ancient China. A Song to Drown Rivers publishes October 2024 with St. Martin’s Press. Mirroring the story of Helen of Troy‚ A Song to Drown Rivers by Ann Liang is a feminist reimagining of Xishi‚ one of the four great beauties of Ancient China. Since her birth‚ Xishi has always been told her extraordinary beauty is a blessing. But when she’s presented with the rare opportunity to help topple the neighboring kingdom that destroyed her village‚ Xishi sees her beauty can also be a weapon. She is tasked with infiltrating the evil kingdom’s court to seduce their leader and bring down his empire‚ but before starting her mission she must endure weeks of training by the rogue warrior who recruited her. What neither of them expect is the doomed attraction that ignites between them. And even worse‚ as Xishi finds her place at court she grows close to the leader and so her task becomes harder. As a pawn in the follies of kings‚ Xishi must play both sides carefully if she hopes to survive. Buy A Song to Drown Rivers from: Art credits: woman’s hair © LivDeco/Shutterstock; woman’s head © Moremar/Shutterstock; pagoda © llopter/Shutterstock. Cover design by Ervin Serrano Ann Liang is a graduate of the University of Melbourne and author of the critically acclaimed YA novels This Time It’s Real and If You Could See the Sun. Born in Beijing‚ she grew up traveling back and forth between China and Australia‚ but somehow ended up with an American accent. When she isn’t writing‚ she can be found making overambitious to‑do lists‚ binge-watching dramas‚ and having profound conversations with her pet labradoodle about who’s a good dog.

Time to finish up Part Two‚ Cosmere Chickens! Are you ready? Because Paige and I are ready! So ready! Right Paige?  Paige: Beyond ready! Lyn: Let’s not belabor the point and dive right in then‚ shall we? (Non-)Spoiler warning: This week’s article has no spoilers from other Cosmere works. Read on fearlessly‚ chickens! Trigger warnings: War‚ revolution‚ beheading Last time on Elantris: Conspiracy Theories… Hrathen runs into Dilaf‚ who hints that maybe not everything is going according to Hrathen’s plans… meanwhile‚ Raoden and Galladon are still playing dress-up‚ but at least their charade has gained them more than a sword-cut on the cheek—Raoden talks Roial into inviting him along to their next Secret Meeting. Chapter Essentials POV Character(s): Sarene‚ Raoden‚ Hrathen Discussion Chapter 53 L: From the Annotations: I hereby dub this chapter the official start of the Brandon Avalanche! Let the rejoicing begin. L: Hooboy. Here we go. P: I’ve been waiting so long for this! “Has Roial gone mad?” Sarene asked. “What if that cursed Dula is a spy?” “A spy for whom?” Kaloo asked. L: Okay‚ I have to say‚ I really love Raoden-Kaloo. He’s cracking me up. P: He really seems to be enjoying this particular charade. Despite her insistences that he not prepare dinner‚ Kiin had obviously been unable to let this many people congregate without giving them something to eat. L: Brandon really has quite a lot of lovable characters in this book. Not that he doesn’t always‚ of course‚ it’s just nice to see in a debut novel like this. P: I’ve seen people say how contrived this group is compared to‚ say‚ Kelsier’s crew. But I adore Raoden’s friends! “The resistance only survives because the Fjordells are too lazy to chase it out of the swamps.” Shuden frowned. “I thought they were hiding in the caves of the Duladen Steppes.” “There are several pockets of them‚” Kaloo said smoothly‚ though Sarene detected a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. L: Gee‚ Raoden‚ if only you’d come clean about your identity you wouldn’t have to do all this lying and risk getting caught! P: Nobody seems to notice but our dear‚ mistrustful princess. Sarene shook her head. “If we give Shu-Dereth that kind of foothold in Arelon‚ we’ll never be free of it.” “It’s only a religion‚ Sarene‚” Ahan said. “I think we should focus on real problems.” L: “Only” a religion‚ indeed. How many wars have been fought over religions in the real world‚ again? Oh‚ right… P: Seriously‚ Ahan is daft. L: Well‚ considering what he pulls later in the chapter‚ maybe this is calculated daftness. Maybe. “Besides‚” Kaloo noted‚ “I don’t think you want to throw this country into war. I’ve seen what a bloody revolution can do to a nation—it breaks the people’s spirit to fight one another. The men in the Elantris City Guard might be fools‚ but they are still your countrymen. Their blood would be on your hands.” L: Okay‚ 1: Good point‚ but 2: Careful there‚ Raoden. You’re falling out of character… P: He is‚ isn’t he? Starting to sound like Spirit a bit there‚ Raoden. “Assassinating Telrii would solve a lot of problems.” The room fell quiet. Sarene felt a bitter taste in her mouth as she studied the men. They knew what she knew. She had determined long before the meeting began that this was the only way. “Ah‚ one man’s death to save a nation‚” Kaloo whispered. L: A hard choice‚ indeed. We all know what a certain old man on Roshar would say about this… P: The good of the many‚ and such. Sarene’s brow furrowed; she almost had it. There was something familiar about his words… L: Raoden’s let his guard down and Sarene’s about to pounce! P: Eeeee! I love this part! He looked into her shocked‚ wide eyes‚ and knew that she knew. Somehow‚ despite their short time together‚ she had recognized him when his best friends could not. Uh-oh‚ he thought to himself. L: ::snicker:: P: Uh-oh‚ indeed. He all but proclaimed himself to be Raoden. “Why did you lie to me?” Spirit smiled. “Oh‚ and you’re going to try and tell me it wasn’t more fun this way?” L: If I were Sarene‚ I’d have punched him again for that one‚ lack of healing or no. P: He did have quite a good time with it. I had no idea you were that good an actor. I hated you!” “It’s nice to feel appreciated‚” Spirit said‚ letting his arms wrap around her. L: ::wistful sigh:: FINALLY. P: ::swoon:: Why risk coming out into Kae?” “To find you‚” he said. She smiled. That was the right answer. L: He’s such a charmer. P: Indeed‚ he is. And he’s quite taken with his bride. L: And who can blame him? They’re perfect for one another. Except for all of his deception‚ of course. “I assumed that these men would stop meeting after I left.” Sarene shook herself from the trance of being lost in those eyes. “What was that you just said? After you left…?” L: YES YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FINALLY. P: And was that a slip or did he intend to say it? L: A slip‚ I think. My theory is that being around his old friends again was just too much for him. When you’re in such a familiar and comfortable environment‚ with people you trust‚ keeping up an act like Raoden has been doing is much more difficult than it would have been if he were surrounded by strangers. The natural inclination would be to fall back into old speech patterns and routines. “We need to go back in. But … let’s just say I have something else I need to tell you‚ once the meeting is through and we can speak more privately.” L: Ugh. No! This is almost as bad as “we’ll talk when all this is over” in a horror movie. P: And Ned Stark telling Jon he’d tell him about Jon’s mother when Ned saw him again. Oops. L: I’m STILL not over that. P: Me neither. ::sigh:: It was not Ahan she found standing in the doorway. Instead she was confronted by a group of armed soldiers with a well-dressed man at their front. King Telrii. L: Of course. Someone had to betray them‚ and Ahan was the most likely culprit. P: Snake. Telrii snapped his fingers‚ and a soldier stepped forward and rammed his sword directly into Duke Roial’s belly. Roial gasped‚ then crumpled with a moan. L: Noooooooooo not the likable older mentor figure! P: I have such a soft spot for Roial!! L: (warning: dark joke incoming) Roial had quite a soft spot‚ too. And Telrii’s soldiers found it. “Interesting you should mention usurpers‚ Duke Telrii‚” a voice said from across the table. “I was under the impression that the throne belonged to Iadon’s family.” L: Ooooooooooooooooooooooh here we go! P: In this corner we have Raoden! The rightful King of Arelon! Raoden. Sarene felt numb. She stared at the man Spirit‚ wondering who he was‚ and if she had ever really known him. L: About time! P: Yeeessss! “Do not cry‚ my boy‚” Roial said. “Your return is blessed. You cannot save this tired old body‚ but you can save the kingdom. I will die in peace‚ knowing you are here to protect it.” L: Awww. It’s a shame‚ Roial really is a sweet old man and a great character. Poor Raoden‚ unable to save him. (And here’s Brandon with his penchant for protagonists who just can’t save the lives of the people they love. Not that this is unique in the genre or even in fiction in general‚ of course‚ as it’s a good way for the hero to lose things and to up the stakes without actually killing the hero themselves… but still‚ those Kaladin similarities are striking‚ aren’t they?) P: Truly striking. And heartbreaking. Killing Roial hurts. Chapter 54 The rumors said that Prince Raoden had returned from the grave. Hrathen sat‚ dumbfounded‚ behind his desk. L: Didn’t plan for that eventuality‚ didja‚ Hrathen? P: Who would have? Of course‚ he doesn’t believe it‚ thinking that Sarene must have found a look-alike to impersonate Raoden. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to convince Telrii to at least draft a warrant of execution. It would ease the aristocratic minds if they were able to read such a document. … Telrii refused to see him. L: I love how he still thinks that he’s got any sway here at all. He keeps trying to stick his nose into Telrii’s business‚ and Telrii just keeps slamming the door shut on him. P: Hrathen has a hard time understanding why anyone wouldn’t just give into him because he’s such a big shot. The tapestries were in flames‚ and men struggled desperately in the close confines. Several guards lay dead at the far doorway. Some wore the brown and yellow of the Elantris City Guard. The others were in silver and blue—the colors of Count Eondel’s legion. L: Here comes the cavalry! P: Get them‚ Eondel! Telrii’s headless corpse fell at Count Eondel’s feet. The count regarded it with grim eyes‚ then collapsed himself‚ holding a wound in his side. L: Well. That escalated quickly. (Here’s how I imagine Hrathen for this scene.) P: That is absolutely the correct gif. So much for avoiding a bloody change in power. L: And the bloodshed’s only just beginning‚ because Fjorden’s on the way… P: Ohhh nooo…   We’ll be leaving further speculation and discussion to you in the comments‚ and hope to join you there! Next week‚ we’ll be back with Part Three. Paige resides in New Mexico‚ of course. Between work and school and the SA5 beta read‚ she’s trying to work on book 3 of a YA/Crossover trilogy with just a hint of the supernatural. Links to her other writing are available in her profile. Lyndsey lives in Connecticut. She’s a professional actress and makes magic wands for a living. If you enjoy queer protagonists‚ snarky humor‚ and don’t mind some salty language‚ check out book 1 of her fantasy series. Follow her on Facebook or TikTok!

If you're tired of censorship and dystopian threats against civil liberties‚ subscribe to Reclaim The Net. CEO of Center for Democracy and Technology Alexandra Reeve Givens is one of those who have tuned up at this year’s World Economic Forum (WEF)‚ apparently well equipped and eager to promote state censorship‚ and throw a couple of red herrings in there‚ presumably for the sake of “credibility.” Givens‚ whose group has made it to Spotify’s “safety advisory council” and was keen to see the Biden administration set up an online “disinformation” task‚ has spoken at one of WEF panels to lament an injunction that aims to stop the current White House from further pressuring Big Tech on speech issues. Apparently‚ not only should they continue to work under this pressure‚ but should also be‚ figuratively‚ tarred and feathered‚ and dragged to‚ say‚ Davos – to “talk about the (censorship) work (they’re doing)” – i.e.‚ be “held accountable.” Another complaint heard from Givens is that there is now more scrutiny in the US‚ specifically from Congress‚ about what these social media companies and their “misinformation researcher partners” have been doing. While the free-speech world may cautiously welcome such trends‚ Givens does not – to her mind it just means there is less censorship (“moderation”) on social platforms‚ whereas the same “thinker” is convinced these companies have a “duty to help surface the trusted sources of information.” It’s pretty clear what we’re hearing here‚ but Givens decided to confuse things a little – at least on the surface – by expressing her concern that “governments are cracking down on free speech.” Here’s the full section: “So in the United States‚ for example‚ right now we have congressional investigations and lawsuits against people that study misinformation about elections on social media platforms. There is currently an injunction in place stopping the Biden administration from communicating with social media platforms about interference threats on the topics of elections that’s actually going before the United States Supreme Court this year. So we’re in this bizarre environment where right as the threats are ticking up‚ the investments in actually doing the day-to-day work of online trust and safety for our information environment is being scaled back and is under attack.” But not to worry – these would be some other governments‚ since Givens’ entire stance of “misinformation and moderation” in terms of how the Biden administration is doing it is positive – if anything‚ she would like to see more of the same and get the courts and a pesky Congress out of that particular way. https://video.reclaimthenet.org/articles/wef-2024-center-alexandra-reeve-givens-2.mp4 Givens’ overall performance at WEF was more of what we have been hearing from “misinformation” fearmongers‚ trying to justify the practice that ends up in censorship‚ as some sort of (perverted) key democracy issue. She mentions the role played by “authoritative information” coming from no doubt politically and ideologically vetted journalists – and “journalist.” And‚ peppers in a bit of “AI-generated misinformation” alarmism in there. The post CEO of Center for Democracy and Technology Laments to the WEF That Injunction Against Biden Admin Is Weakening Its Censorship Power appeared first on Reclaim The Net.

One of the many iconic photographs taken on the Gettysburg battlefield by Alexander Gardner’s photographic team was the heartbreaking image of the bloated corpse of a horse. The unfortunate animal was one of the wheel pair‚ and it died still harnessed to a shattered limber‚ the deadly contents of the limber chest scattered about. Freshly covered graves are nearby‚ possibly those of the drivers and artillerymen who manned the light 12-pounder Napoleon cannon.   Through the haze‚ a line of army wagons and artillery vehicles are parked behind the wreckage‚ trees showing just above the white canvas covers. While the appalling destruction of battle remains untouched where it fell‚ the war goes on as soldiers wait in the background for orders to continue the pursuit of the Army of Northern Virginia to the Potomac River.   Gardner’s photographers took the image on or about July 6‚ 1863. When Gardner published his Photographic Sketchbook of the War later in 1863‚ he titled the image “Unfit for Service.” The scene conveys the traumatic image of death and destruction of man and animal alike‚ and is a stoic reminder of the cost of war.   Aside from its poignancy‚ the image leaves some questions unanswered. To what battery did this limber and horse belong? What happened at this location that caused such destruction? How did this wreckage remain untouched for so many days after the battle ended?   Where Was It? Though the image was published in the Sketchbook and as a stereoview after the war‚ this photograph did not receive widespread attention until years later when an overly enhanced version captioned “Shattered Caisson—Gettysburg ‘Peach Orchard’” first appeared in The War Memorial Book (1894). Miller’s Photographic History of the Civil War (1911) published a much clearer view of the scene that revealed the line of vehicles beyond the wreckage‚ what appears to be part of an orchard‚ and‚ upon closer examination‚ the roof line and chimney of a house.   But whose house could this be‚ so close to the fighting? In 2010‚ several of the Licensed Battlefield Guides at Gettysburg speculated it was the Peter Rogers house that stood along the Emmitsburg Road‚ but did the remainder of the landscape match the fields and trees? Of the candidate houses that stood along the same road‚ one alone stands out: the Joseph Sherfy house adjacent to the famous Peach Orchard.   In the circle above‚ a chimney and roof line of a house is discernible. After exploring the ground‚ the author was able to match the view in a field across the Emmitsburg Road‚ or east of the house‚ that was part of the Sherfy Farm during the Battle of Gettysburg. Part of the roof line of the Sherfy barn is visible just above the wheel of the shattered limber. View of the Sherfy farm today. Sixty-three-year-old Joseph Sherfy and his wife‚ Mary‚ had lived on this farm since 1844‚ where he managed a flourishing fruit business. The enterprising farmer experimented with the best type of peaches and apples to grow in Adams County’s somewhat shallow soil‚ his large mature peach orchard producing enough fruit to accommodate a canning business in a building behind his brick home. Sherfy had planted new trees north of the established orchard‚ its trees just ready to produce when war came to their doorstep on July 2‚ 1863.   The Sherfys fled their home that day only to return four days later to discover their house damaged by shell fire‚ personal belongings scattered in the yard‚ the barn burned to the ground‚ crops trampled‚ fences torn down‚ and most of his peach trees in his recently planted “young orchard” damaged beyond salvage‚ as he recalled in his 1872 damage claim.   Graves of the fallen were everywhere‚ and the bloated remains of more than a dozen dead horses lay where they fell in the wheat and meadow opposite their home. Army wagons and artillery vehicles continually passed through the Sherfy fields‚ stopping briefly to allow congestion to clear the roads ahead. Details from Union regiments had picked up and stacked discarded small arms and equipment‚ leaving behind material that could not be reused. In the field opposite their home was a disabled limber chest‚ shells still lying nearby‚ as Mrs. Sherfy told a visitor in 1886. Worried of the danger‚ Mr. Sherfy and a farmhand buried the ordnance in the field‚ taking care to mark the location.   That disabled limber was most likely the same photographed by Gardner’s team that warm summer morning in 1863. The sad wreckage was left lying in the center of Sherfy’s field on the eastern slope of the ridge from the Emmitsburg Road to Plum Run.   The Sherfy home is well preserved along the Emmitsburg Road‚ its brick walls chipped and pocked by gunfire from the July 1863 fight. With the location of this historic photograph identified‚ a more important question needs to be answered: to whose battery did this limber belong?   The “Great Artillery Duel” During the desperate July 2 fighting on this farm‚ numerous Union artillery batteries were overrun‚ guns captured‚ and limbers lost to Confederate hands. Only the arrival of fresh Union troops and ensuing counterattack saved those precious guns‚ which were drawn off the field after nightfall by exhausted teams of artillerymen and uninjured horses. Only one gun‚ a 3-inch ordnance rifle and limber belonging to Consolidated Battery C&;F‚ 1stPennsylvania Light Artillery‚ was left behind and would be captured by Confederates the following day.   Yet this limber and ammunition in the historic photograph was for a 12-pounder “Napoleon”—the fearful bronze gun favored by many artillerymen for its dependability and stopping power. Obviously‚ there were unknown circumstances that left this shattered limber on the field. If it was not from a Union battery‚ which Confederate battery stood at this site?   Beginning in 1895‚ the U.S. War Department Commission‚ composed of veterans of the battle‚ initiated the masterful and difficult task of marking every unit position in the park with a tablet bearing a brief narrative of their participation at Gettysburg. Commissioner William Robbins‚ a veteran of the 4th Alabama Infantry who faced the fierce combat before Little Round Top on July 2-3‚ 1863‚ struggled to document the activities of Confederate units‚ especially batteries in Major Mathias W. Henry’s Artillery Battalion of Hood’s Division‚ Longstreet’s Corps. Reports from many of the battery commanders and Major Henry himself did not survive the conflict and could not be found in U.S. War Department records in Washington‚ D.C.   As Robbins later confessed‚ he constructed battle narratives for some units based on the activities of their fellow units and without those precious reports‚ narratives on several tablets were woefully incomplete. One of these cases stands out—the July 3‚ 1863‚ activities of several batteries in Henry’s Battalion‚ notably Captain Hugh R. Garden’s South Carolina Battery‚ the “Palmetto Light Artillery.”   Born in Sumter‚ S.C.‚ in 1840‚ the dashing Hugh Richardson Garden had just completed his studies at South Carolina College when war erupted. He volunteered for service as a private in Company D‚ 2nd South Carolina Infantry‚ during which time he was recognized as a model soldier and promotions followed. Through the influence of family and military officials‚ he received an appointment by the state in 1862 to raise and command a newly formed battery of artillery destined to join the Army of Northern Virginia.   Garden successfully recruited and organized a full battery and within months was in Virginia‚ where he was assigned to Major Henry’s Artillery Battalion. Having seen only minimal action prior to the Gettysburg Campaign‚ the Palmetto Light Artillery of four guns (two 10-pounder Parrott Rifles and two 12-pounder Napoleons)arrived on the battlefield on July 2 but remained in reserve as the fighting raged against the Union left flank centered on the now famous Sherfy Peach Orchard.   Captain Hugh Garden left the infantry service to raise and ably command the Palmetto Light Artillery. At Gettysburg‚ he desperately tried to retrieve his outgunned‚ bloodied section from Sherfy’s farm field. At mid-morning the following day‚ Garden received orders to march his battery with other sections of artillery from Henry’s Battalion to an impressive line of Southern guns with other artillery battalions of Longstreet’s Corps. The fieldpieces stretched from the Peach Orchard northwesterly to Spangler Woods and Seminary Ridge opposite the Union center on Cemetery Ridge. Tasked with opposing Union artillery strategically placed on Little Round Top‚ Garden unlimbered his Parrott rifles in the Peach Orchard on the right flank of Major B.F. Eshleman’s Artillery Battalion‚ the Washington Artillery of New Orleans‚ and with the report of two signal guns at 1 p.m.‚ Garden’s cannons began their participation in the great barrage that preceded Pickett’s Charge.   July 3‚ 1863‚ would haunt Garden for years to come. “On the day of Pickett’s Charge‚” he wrote to Lloyd Collis in 1901‚ “I was sent about a mile to the left of my first position near the turnpike‚ immediately on the right of the Washington Artillery‚ and engaged Big Round Top during the first part of the great artillery duel. While thus engaged the chief of Gen. Longstreet’s staff‚ who was on the pike observing the effect of the artillery fire‚ ordered me to cease firing… and to move by section to the left of the peach orchard and advance in echelon across the plain. I obeyed the order‚ but only one section of my battery‚ under Lieutenant [Alexander] McQueen‚ made the advance‚ for when it moved obliquely to the left and went into position at a point down a gentle descent (as I can never forget) about 200 yards to the left of the peach orchard‚ and about 300 yards at least in front of our line of artillery‚ the attention of the opposing artillery was drawn to our fire‚ and within ten minutes every horse and man was killed—or wounded.”   After passing through the orchard and down the slope‚ Lieutenant McQueen’s artillerymen unlimbered the two 12-pounder guns in an open field‚ loaded‚ and opened fire on Union infantry of Brig. Gen. George Stannard’s Vermont Brigade sweeping around Pickett’s masses crowding toward the Angle. Though their fire and those of a handful of other pieces from Eshleman’s Battalion that also advanced was at first effective‚ it also unleashed a torrent of counterbattery fire from Union guns aligned on the well-established line on the lower portion of Cemetery Ridge.   At his post behind one of McQueen’s guns‚ artilleryman J. Merrick Reid recalled: “No sooner had flame and smoke gushed after the hurtling shell that Round Top Hill became a veritable seething volcano of destruction‚ emitting dense volumes of smoke‚ lurid tongues of flame hurtling metal missile that hissed or shrieked through space and burst with deafening peals. The ground was ploughed and torn and great clouds of dirt and debris thrown up everywhere. Man after man went down with his death hurt…not a horse was left to move a wheel.” Reid was horrified when a single Union shell mortally wounded two comrades in front him‚ spattering his uniform with blood and gore.   Within minutes‚ the Union batteries had driven off the Confederate cannoneers from the guns that had been pushed forward from Eshleman’s Battalion and then turned their attention on Garden’s solitary section of Napoleons. From their post on Cemetery Ridge‚ Captain Patrick Hart’s 15th New York Battery of four Napoleons sent explosive shell after shell at the outnumbered South Carolinians.   Near Hart’s guns stood Captain Edwin Dow’s 6th Maine Battery‚ which also focused its four 12-pounder guns on the exposed Southerners. “A light 12-pounder battery of four guns ran some 400 or 500 yards in front of the enemy’s line‚” Dow reported soon after the battle‚ “so as to enfilade the batteries on our right.” After driving off the artillerymen from these guns that belonged to Eshleman’s Battalion‚ Dow focused his attention on McQueen’s two guns‚ alone but defiantly firing from their exposed position. “We opened with solid shot and shell…and succeeded in dismounting one gun‚ disabling the second‚ and compelled the battery to leave the field minus one caisson and several horses.”   The sweeping concentration of Union artillery from the summit of Little Round Top to the center of Cemetery Ridge would prove too great for the outnumbered Confederate artillery. “No man flinched his duty‚” Merrick Reid recalled many years after. “Exhausted‚ bleeding‚ ammunition spent‚ comrades prone‚ six horse dead or dying‚ further effort futile‚ our gallant officer‚ the calmly brave McQueen‚ himself faint and bleeding‚ ordered the pitiful fragment to seek protection from the infernal death sluice.”   Aghast at the destruction‚ Captain Garden raced to the site to confront the seriously wounded Lieutenant McQueen‚ who could barely manage the orders for his men to seek shelter. Those still able turned and ran to the comparative safety of the Emmitsburg Road‚ leaving behind guns‚ limbers‚ wounded comrades‚ and horribly wounded horses thrashing about in their harnesses. “I took volunteers and fresh horses in to remove my men and gun(s)‚” Garden continued. “After two attempts we succeeded‚ under the same concentrated terrific fire‚ made more terrible by the explosion of caissons and the fire overhead of our friends in the rear.”   Edwin Forbes painted this view of Pickett’s Charge on July 3‚ 1863. A few puffs of smoke can be seen from Confederate cannons advanced closer to the Emmitsburg Road. The Confederate infantry assault failed‚ and there was little more that could be accomplished. Lee sent orders through Longstreet to withdraw his troops from their advanced position to form a line of defense on Seminary Ridge. Captain Garden’s desperate mission was still underway when those orders arrived.   As the Southern batteries hurriedly limbered and hobbled to the rear‚ Garden realized that with Union guns commanding the field and Union skirmishers seen advancing toward the abandoned artillery line‚ further efforts to bring off additional equipment was fruitless. A shattered limber and chest‚ horse harnesses and other equipment‚ all too dangerous to retrieve‚ remained to mark the location where his guns had fought so deadly a duel.   The following day‚ details of Union troops gathered small arms from the field while others buried the dead where they had fallen. Southern ordnance‚ still dangerous despite the soaking rains that covered the area‚ remained untouched for others to recover.   Thus‚ the scene remained to be captured by the photographer’s camera on or about July 6‚ 1863‚ where Hugh Garden’s section of 12-pounder guns from his Palmetto Light Artillery‚ only a few days before‚ had made the suicidal stand at Gettysburg. Placed in context with Garden’s description‚ compassionately penned in a letter years after the war‚ this place on the battlefield was indeed where “all hell broke loose.” More important‚ this photograph provides historians with a more complete evaluation of the somewhat curious story of Major M.W. Henry’s Battalion in the massive bombardment before Pickett’s Charge‚ its disturbing aftermath‚ and the shocking cost of war. And while we all strive to further describe and understand the image labeled “Unfit for Service‚” perhaps the most suitable sentiment was paid by Garden himself‚ an attempt to honor the sacrifice paid by his battery day: “I have always thought that as Pickett’s charge marked the high-tide of the Confederacy‚ the advance of that solitary section in obedience to what I understood to be Gen. Longstreet’s order to advance the artillery marked the high-tide in the greatest artillery duel in history.”   this article first appeared in civil war times magazine See more stories SubscriBE NOW!   John S. Heiser began his career with the National Park Service in 1976 at Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania National Military Park. He transferred to Gettysburg National Military Park in 1980‚ where he held numerous positions until 1997 when he was appointed as historian to manage the park’s library‚ website‚ and other duties‚ a position he held until his retirement in 2020. He still resides in Gettysburg. The author wishes to gratefully thank Scott Fink and Scott Brown for their research assistance with this article.