If The Entire Union Army Comes Across

I Hope To Live Long Enough To See My Surviving Comrades March Side By Side With The Union Veterans Along Pennsylvania Avenue, And Then I Will Die Happy.

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.

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.

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