On the last day of summer, in central Virginia, a battalion of Confederate soldiers marches in orderly ranks onto the field sloping down to Sailor’s Creek. A smaller force of Federals already holds the high ground. Sweating through the thick wool of their uniforms, the Confederates split to protect their left flank against the threat of cavalry. Once in position, everyone, blue and gray alike, freezes. The Confederate sergeants look to General Shelton. He has drawn up this scenario, and he will