The Civil War Trilogy: Gods and Generals / The Killer Angels / The Last Full Measure
Michael Shaara, Jeff Shaara
Michael Shaara reinvented the warfare novel together with his Pulitzer Prize–winning masterpiece of Gettysburg, The Killer Angels. Jeff Shaara persisted his father’s legacy with a sequence of centuries-spanning New York instances bestsellers. This quantity assembles 3 Civil conflict novels from America’s first relations of army fiction: Gods and Generals, The Killer Angels, and The final complete Measure.
Gods and Generals strains the lives, passions, and careers of the nice army leaders—Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, Winfield Scott Hancock, Joshua Chamberlain—from the collection clouds of struggle. The Killer Angels re-creates the struggle for America’s future within the conflict of Gettysburg, the 4 such a lot bloody and brave days of our nation’s historical past. And The final complete Measure brings to existence the ultimate years of the Civil battle, chasing the escalating clash among Robert E. Lee and Ulysses S. Grant—complicated, heroic, and deeply stricken men—through to its riveting end at Appomattox.
Praise for Michael Shaara and Jeff Shaara’s Civil struggle trilogy
“Brilliant doesn't even start to describe the Shaara gift.”—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“Shaara’s fantastically delicate novel delves deeply within the empathetic realm of psycho-history, the place enemies don't exist—just mortal males pressured to make the most important judgements and continue to exist at the comparable battlefield.”—San Francisco Chronicle, on Gods and Generals
“Remarkable . . . a publication that modified my lifestyles . . . I had by no means visited Gettysburg, knew virtually not anything approximately that conflict ahead of I learn the ebook, yet right here all of it got here alive.”—Ken Burns, on The Killer Angels
“The final complete Measure is greater than one other old novel. it's rooted in background, yet its energy is the part of humanity flowing via its characters. . . . The e-book is compelling, effortless to learn, good researched and written, and thought-provoking. . . . briefly, it's every thing reader might ask for.”—Chicago Tribune
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Are veterans and they’ll comprehend what to do. however the morale is just remarkable. quite is. by no means observed whatever love it within the previous military. They’re off on a Holy conflict. The Crusades should have been a bit like this. want I’d a been there. visible outdated Richard and the rest.” Longstreet stated, “They by no means took Jerusalem.” Armistead squinted. “It takes a section greater than morale,” Longstreet acknowledged. “Oh sure.” yet Longstreet used to be consistently gloomy. “Well, in any case, I’ve by no means noticeable whatever like this. The previous Man’s.
He moved up out of the grove of timber, onto the line. the line forward used to be crowded with wounded. there have been males mendacity below wagons, out of the solar, so much of them semi-naked, coated with bandages, blood. He observed one other useless horse, a splintered wagon; the severed forefoot of a horse lay close to him in grey dirt. Smoke was once pouring down the line as from a very good furnace. He moved ahead; his employees him. right here used to be A. P. Hill. Hill acknowledged, white-faced, “Very challenging going. Heth is down.” Lee checked out.
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