He came to Longstreet for orders, but Longstreet would not speak. He saw Old Peter’s mouth and the thought in Old Peter’s mind. He knew the task that was set and the men that he had to lead And a pride came into his face while Longstreet stood there dumb.

“I shall go forward, sir,” he said and turned to his men. The commands went down the line. The grey ranks started to move. Slowly at first, then faster, in order, stepping like deer, The Virginians, the fifteen thousand, the seventh wave of the tide.