I Fancy That No Good

My Arm Is Paralyzed; My Voice That Once Could Be Heard All Along The Line, Is Gone; I Can Scarcely Speak Above A Whisper; My Hearing Is Very Much Impaired, And Sometimes I Feel As If I Wished The End Would Come; But I Have Some Misrepresentations Of My Battles That I Wish To Correct, So As To Have My Record Correct Before I Die.

There Was No Indication Of Panic. The Broken Files Marched Back In Steady Step. The Effort Was Nobly Made And Failed From The Blows That Could Not Be Fended.

Time Sets All Things Right. Error Lives But A Day. Truth Is Eternal.

I Do Not Want To Make This Charge. I Do Not See How It Can Succeed. I Would Not Make It Now But That General Lee Has Ordered It And Expects It.

The Next Time We Met Was At Appomattox, And The First Thing That General Grant Said To Me When We Stepped Inside, Placing His Hand In Mine Was, Pete, Let Us Have Another Game Of Brag, To Recall The Days That Were So Pleasant. Great God! I Thought To Myself, How My Heart Swells Out To Such Magnanimous Touch Of Humanity. Why Do Men Fight Who Were Born To Be Brothers?