walked into this.
First he wrote his name and home, and fastened the address to his clothes.
Thus they would know whose body it, was. Then, at the word, he went.
Six thousand Union soldiers were killed at Cold Harbor in one hour.
In the book of noble deeds from Thermopylae
down, is there a more heroic page than this?
By November 1 Grant
had lost eighty thousand men — more than Lee
The army of the Potomac, the weapon of fine temper, was hacked into a saw by the usage it had received.
Nor was Lee
crushed yet, nor Richmond
's pictures the story is plain; the saddened eyes, the worn face, the mouth shut down tight all around.
The heavy strain — heavier these months than Lincoln
's — with distant campaigns to plan, near battles to fight, disloyal politics in the North
, and the usual popular imbecile lamour for a change or a cessation, bore Grant