CHAPTER XVII FIELD HOSPITAL NEAR PETERSBURG June 24th, 1864. I AM up to my neck in work. It is slaughter, slaughter. Our brigade has met with a sad loss by having three entire regiments gobbled up as prisoners. The Twentieth fortunately escaped. This... Encore: More of Parallel Press Poets - Página 51editado por - 2006 - 80 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
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