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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.