How a final stop at Gettysburg National Military Park on my summer road trip became a journey through history, perspective, and understanding. The sound of cicadas filled the warm summer air as I stepped out of the truck. A gentle breeze stirred the grass, carrying the earthy scent of sun-warmed fields. In the distance, birds called from the trees lining the ridge. It felt like any other peaceful countryside. Except for the monuments. Stone memorials rose majestically from the fields, standing silent watch over the landscape. Their presence left no doubt that something important …






