The summer of 1863 and a glorious golden green all the way up the Shenandoah to Gettysburg. Pickett's charge and then back again down roads filled with men and animals awash in pain. Virginia and mountain tops that look close enough to dance all the way to Richmond but no. One foot at a time south with death following with every step. A regroup, Cold Harbor and then Chambersburg. Was General Lee right or was he wrong? And so the story unfolds.