Longstreet said, “Gentlemen, the fate of your country rests on this attack.” All eyes were on his face. He put out his hand. “Gentlemen, return to your troops.” Pettigrew took his hand. “Sir, I want to say, it is an honor to serve under your command.” He moved off. Trimble took the hand. He was crying. He said huskily, tears all down the red glistening cheeks, “I want to thank you, sir, for the opportunity you have given me, sir, to serve here. I have prayed, sir.” He stopped, choked. Longstreet pressed his hand. Trimble said, “I will take that wall, sir.”