...gone through a battle, is that of the friends lying wounded and dying and who needed help so much when you were utterly powerless to aid them. Between ten and eleven o'clock, at night, I reached Rossville , and found one of my regiments, the Fortysecond Indiana, on picket one mile south of that place, and the other regiments encamped near the town. My men were surprised and rejoiced to see me. It had...