The day after Thanksgiving included a freezing cold adventure at Gettysburg Battlefield. It was beautiful and sobering. Every time I've driven throughout the battlefield, it saddens me to think of the lives lost. The Mason Dixon line is not such a sharp divide. In my own family, I have relatives that live on either side of the Mason Dixon. We tease my mom because she's a Southern who married a Yank. Yet my parents grew up not more than three hours apart. There must have been situations like that at Gettysburg. Had they lived during that time, my uncles could have fought against my father. Men fought each other who could have perhaps been family in other times. If a few hundred years can change that perspective, shouldn't we give more careful consideration to who we fight today?
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