...s than of war, when, in fact, we did not think of war at all except as something of the past. Sitting at my tent door, with a field glass, I can see away off to the right, on the highest peak of Lookout mountain , a man waving a red flag to and fro. He is a rebel officer, signaling to the Confederate generals what he observes of importance in the valley. From his position he can look down into our camp, see...