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and our Saviour is unshaken.
I am going to heaven.”
I asked, “Do you know that you are dying?”
“Yes,” was the answer, “and I am glad of it; I want to join the army of Jesus Christ.”
A young soldier, soon after he was shot, said to a comrade:
My wound is mortal; I shall never see my father and sisters, but tell them I died at my post and in the discharge of my duty.
Tell my friends not to grieve for me, but to meet me in heaven.
Another, with that strange presentiment of death which so often with soldiers precedes the fatal event, said to his brother just before a battle:
I shall be in a battle shortly, and I expect to fall; if I do, tell my parents it will be all well with me.
A soldier, on coining home with a fatal wound, said to his mother as she met him, taking out his Bible:
Mother, here is the Bible you gave me — I have made good use of it.
He died in triumph, exclaiming, “Not my will, but thine, 0 God, be done.”
As a brave young man was being carried from the field dreadfully mangled, he stopped the bearers and told them he was dying; “but,” he added, “it is all well with me-I am not afraid to die.”
Another wrote to a friend a day or two before the battle in which he fell:
You inquire in reference to my religious condition.
Though I do not live altogether up to my duties, yet I do not fear death; and if it be the will of God to take me, I feel willing to go; yet I would prefer to live.
I put my trust in the merits of a crucified Redeemer, and depend on him alone for salvation.
I would like to live to see you all again, but if God determines otherwise, I hope we will meet in heaven.
Again this Christian soldier wrote:
May heaven grant that if I fall a martyr in the cause of my country, my kindred and their posterity may be
