Between plans and their execution rage the winds of war.
The winds of chance.
The winds of choice.
The winds of political ambition and human error-and human schemes.
The winds of war grow dark around General George Meade, appointed to command the Army of the Potomac just three days before a brewing battle against Robert E.
Lee, charismatic leader of the Confederate forces.
No one-not even the outgoing commander-seems to know where Lee's army is, except that they are somewhere on Northe.