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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 | |