Embattled, A 100 Word Recollection

Behind the wall at Fredericksburg, this seemed familiar. He knelt and looked at his rifle, déjà vu, but not quite. The actions were the same, but this was a different gun. Last time was older… Flint instead of percussion, musket instead of rifle, still... Looking across the field, the scene wavered. In his mind the men in blue forming up in front of them reminded him of other men in red doing the same.
He never saw the Minnie-ball that caught him in the temple, slinging his dead body to the ground.
In the trench at Messines, this seemed familiar.