What manner of simple men would abandon their position?
Would abandon their heart?
Would abandon their passion?
Even upon a battlefield, in the midst of seeming defeat.
None here, none present.
Memory serves so clearly as rifles fire and cannons explode like thunder.
Of one so far away.
If I am to live beyond this date, will I return as she remembers me?
Will her affections be given to another should I be held captive by the enemy for years upon years?
Will God save each man here and bring this war to an end?
What manner of simple men fight on to remain alive?
Yet perhaps the deadliest battle is within the mind.
Of the memories which strengthen me.
Of the future which I can not predict.
The future which weakens me beyond the depth of my words.
This war, fought not for love.
But love, much like this war, may leave me without life and buried in an unmarked grave.
George N. Knoll
Private for the Confederate Army -1861