If The Entire Union Army Comes Across

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

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.

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.

General, If You Put Every Union Soldier Now On The Other Side Of The Potomac On That Field To Approach Me Over The Same Line, I Will Kill Them All Before They Reach My Line.

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