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Diary continued.—Homesick—Melting Sounds.—The old Home.—General Sheridan at the White House.—A Letter.—Another Battle.—Surprised.—Rebel Soldiers.—A selfish Heart.—All powerless now.—The suffering Lieutenant.—Tired and hungry.—The Gun-boats near.—My Cross.—The raging Battle.—The cheering Columns.—The wild Charge.—Visions of Horror.—A useful Present.—Trying to sleep.—Sick myself.—A cowardly Wretch.—Roused from their Lair.—Out of Man's Sight.—April Skies.—A full Bed.—The Clangor of Arras.—The Wounded brought in.—The Fighting continues.—Dreadful Suffering.—A hundred wounded Rebels.—Both Legs shot away.—Richmond is ours.—Fourteen hundred Wounded.—The hushed Air.—More Deaths.—Pouring in.—Twenty-five hundred wounded Men.—Dying, Oh! how fast.—Worn out.—The President.—"There should be a Greenhouse yonder."—Sick of Folly.—Particular Officers.—Flower Beds.—Lee has surrendered.—Our Chief lies low.—Sad and in Tears.—Death of Private Carson.—Sending our Effects to Washington
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Thinking of Separation.—Going up with the Wounded.—A comfortable Sofa.—The obliging Captain.—Riding on the Oat-bags. The wondering Major.—Only Aunt Becky.—Death of Charlie Morgan.—Bare Nerves.—Anxious women.—Jubilant.—Returning on the Engine.—Our little Cut Throat.—The skilful Surgeon.—No more Battles.—The Promise of Summer.—A little Gift.—Drawing nigh.—Sad to part.—The Hospital Graveyard.—"Unknown."—Let them sleep where they died.—The Embalmer's Tent.—Three Months of Delay.—Deodorizing.—Unscrupulous Fraud.—"Take me Home after I die."—The neglected Request
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