.MTE2NA.ODc2NzI: Difference between revisions
(Created page with "73 arms or leg or entrails torn by ugly missiles on the cold earth in winter not one hour alone but for days if he survives so long, melt thou in pity, and prize forever, high...") |
No edit summary |
||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
73 | 73 | ||
arms or leg or entrails torn by ugly missiles on the cold earth in winter not one hour alone but for days if he survives so long, melt thou in pity, and prize forever, highly prize the boon that has cost so much suffering. Who after these reflections will say there is glory in war? After standing two hours I was relieved and laid down to sleep. But scarcely had I done so when the rebels fired on us disturbing my repose. When all had become quiet I laid down a second time but again I was aroused this time by our own officers to work on a rifle pit which we must make to cover us before another day. | arms or leg or entrails torn by ugly missiles on the cold earth in winter not one hour alone but for days if he survives so long, melt thou in pity, and prize forever, highly prize the boon that has cost so much suffering. Who after these reflections will say there is glory in war? After standing two hours I was relieved and laid down to sleep. But scarcely had I done so when the rebels fired on us disturbing my repose. When all had become quiet I laid down a second time but again I was aroused this time by our own officers to work on a rifle pit which we must make to cover us before another day. Therefore no more sleep was vouched safed [?} that night. As soon as it was light the rebel skirmishers opened fire upon us but laying close in our pits we were in no great danger. And we could if we desired have send them messengers fully as unwelcome to them as theirs were to us. But sensible men do not deem it worth their while to | ||
Revision as of 20:52, 21 January 2020
73 arms or leg or entrails torn by ugly missiles on the cold earth in winter not one hour alone but for days if he survives so long, melt thou in pity, and prize forever, highly prize the boon that has cost so much suffering. Who after these reflections will say there is glory in war? After standing two hours I was relieved and laid down to sleep. But scarcely had I done so when the rebels fired on us disturbing my repose. When all had become quiet I laid down a second time but again I was aroused this time by our own officers to work on a rifle pit which we must make to cover us before another day. Therefore no more sleep was vouched safed [?} that night. As soon as it was light the rebel skirmishers opened fire upon us but laying close in our pits we were in no great danger. And we could if we desired have send them messengers fully as unwelcome to them as theirs were to us. But sensible men do not deem it worth their while to