I do not want to make this charge. I do not see how it can succeed. I would not make it now but that General Lee has ordered it and expects it.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?

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.

I cannot help but think that great results would have been obtained had my views been thought better of yet I am much inclined to accept the present condition as for the best.

I fancy that no good ideas upon that campaign will be mentioned at any time that did not receive their share of consideration by General Lee.

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.

Time sets all things right. Error lives but a day. Truth is eternal.