I'm still frightened to talk about this. This encounter was about 3 years ago in April of 2005. I was on a trip to Gettysburg with my family for the Easter weekend. We had toured the battlefield that day, starting at Cemetery Hill. We worked our way south from the hill until we got to the Devil's Den area. We stopped there to have an impromptu lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches. I finished mine quickly and went off walking alone. I worked my way over Plum Run and back into a forest, which was partially cut back recently by the Park Service. While I scrambled through the boulders by Plum Run, I had scraped by knee on a rock. I leaned against a tree and bent down to take a look at it. When I stood back up, there was a swirling black mist in front of me about 10 feet. It just swirled and swirled and turned into the form of a man, which furthermore materialized into a Confederate soldier. This soldier was barefoot with a ragged gray coat and a floppy slouch hat on, all of which was transparent, kind of the look of frosted glass. He held a musket in his hands. He was crouched behind a rock. I looked into his eyes and saw a steely-eyed stare that was shot back at me. He stared at me as if he hated me, hated me with all of his soul. Around the soldier and I, there arose the din of battle. I heard cannons, drums, and small-arms fire. I heard a shrill scream, and when I looked around to find the source, I sure found it. I looked down on the ground about 5 feet to my left and there laid a boy, maybe 15 or 16-years-old with his intestines oozing out. When I saw the macabre sight, I began to cry and I collapsed to my knees. I looked back at the soldier with the floppy hat. He was still staring at me with that hatred in him. He slowly began to shake his head in what looked like disgust and turned away and proceeded on towards Little Round Top. I then ran back over Plum Run and back to the car. I hid away from everyone else under the car. I wasn't scared of the soldier, just horrified at the sight of that wounded boy. I crawled out eventually and tried the rest of the day to act like everything was OK, as hard as it was.