I Fancy That No Good Ideas Upon

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.

If We Only Save The Finger Of One Man, That's Enough.

This Is A Hard Fight And We Had Better All Die Than Lose It.

I Fancy That No Good Ideas Upon That Campaign Will Be Mentioned At Any Time That Did Not Receive Their Share Of Consideration By General Lee.