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Preface | |
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In Defense of Southern Rights | |
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The Elite of the Town | |
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I Go to Illustrate Georgia | |
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A Report That Would Be Heard | |
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Important Movements Are on Foot | |
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To Belong to the Southern Army | |
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Daughter of the Stars | |
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They Would Rush into Danger | |
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Those Halcyon Days in the Valley | |
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We Knew Where We Were a Going | |
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Never Give Up the Field | |
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You Must Get There | |
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Battle and Fighting Mean Death | |
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Get Ready, Men! | |
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I Could Hear the Bullets | |
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That Place of Slaughter | |
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We Have Whipped 'Em | |
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What an Insignificant Creature One Man Is | |
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All Quiet Along the Potomac | |
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I Have Missed It | |
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The Eighth Georgia Is Known | |
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He Caused Them to Have Some Serious Thoughts | |
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Nothing Unusual | |
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Moped Up in a Tent | |
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We Must Not Let the Yankees Take Richmond | |
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The Blighting Effects of War | |
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The Occasional Crack of a Rifle | |
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The Idol of His Regiment | |
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From Some Cause, Not Understood by Me | |
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In Search of the Enemy | |
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Resistless as an Ocean Tide | |
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A Quiet but Deep Work | |
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Deep and Stern Convictions of Duty | |
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Our Generals Seem to Have Failed | |
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Soldiers Must Know No Obstacles | |
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The Grandest Sight I Ever Looked Upon | |
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May the Lord Direct Me | |
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Some of the Prettiest Fighting | |
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We Can Whip Any Army | |
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Much the Worse for Wear | |
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We Could Riddle Him into Doll Rags | |
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Safely Through Another Week | |
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The Best Place to Move From | |
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A Scythe of Fire | |
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Quit Fooling with Them | |
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Abolition Soil | |
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Such as the Army Needs | |
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Today We Shall Whip Them | |
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A Splendid Line of Brave Men | |
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Stand Up and Fight | |
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The Valley of Death | |
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We Had Not Won | |
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The Frown of Heaven | |
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The Worst Part of This War | |
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Our Times Are in His Hands | |
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Like Old Times at Home | |
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The Most Exciting Charge | |
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The Sullen and Angry Expression on the Faces of Our Soldiers | |
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The Raging Sea | |
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The Battle That Most Tried My Nerves | |
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It Was a Butchery | |
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As Befits One of the Eighth Georgia | |
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A Secret Whisper | |
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I Will Be in My Place | |
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Appendix | |
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Notes | |
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Index | |