"Our Cartridges being nearly spent and our right turned, I withdrew the Brigade to a low spot opposite the Barn, and in rear of some rocky knolls, where it remained, in between our own and the enemy's Batteries, long enough for the men to make Coffee..."
-Brigadier General Marsena Patrick, 1862
i lost my notes. i know i took some, but it was so hot, and i kept on my long sleeve shirt and soft hat, that the purple runnels of text on my 89c spiral notepad that i thought were from a rain or spilled drink accident might actually be my sweat-redacted jots from the [...]
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