What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the bold and brassy Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Forward".
A hot and sunny day. Stifling. Muggy. His woolen uniform jacket 'itched his hide', as he would say. The sweat ran down his back. It ran from under his cap and into his eyes. He stood in line with thirteen thousand other men ranked three deep, under the command of General Pickett. Pickett would get him home, he thought. He could trust Pickett.
He could see Union lines ... up yonder. Must be a thousand yards, he thought.
That looks like a lot of ground to cover.
The last clear word he heard was "Forward!!"
(As I go, I am wearing you.)