
As the time for an artillery skirmish approached, soldiers in the Union army practiced marching and removing the bayonets from their rifles. In the Confederate camp, soldiers blackened new “recruits” faces with a dark substance and shot a few rounds into the air.
“Attention,” a Union commander yelled. “Present arms.”
Off in the distance the sound of a band could be heard performing battle tunes and preparing to offer the soldiers a light-footed beat as they made their way on to the battlefield.
“Turn ‘God Save the South,’” Rick Long, of the 46th PA Regiment Band and 17th Miss Regiment Band, told the Union musicians. “No southern tunes, except we’ll whistle ‘Dixie’ on queue when we have to.”
The battle lines had been drawn.