Don't forget that, Dick.

Remember how in Virginia we pined for battle, and the use of our superior numbers.
Anyhow Rosecrans is going out to look for the enemy, but all the same, and between you and me, Dick, I wish it was Grant who was leading us.

I saw a copy of the New York Times a while back, and some lines in it are haunting me.

Here they are: "Back from the trebly crimsoned field Terrible woods are thunder-tost: Full of the wrath that will not yield, Full of revenge for battles lost: Hark to their echo as it crost The capital making faces wan: End this murderous holocaust; Abraham Lincoln give us a man." "Sounds good," said Dick, "and, George, you and Frank and I know that what we want is a man.

We've lost big battles, because we didn't have a big man, who could see at once and think like lightning, to lead us.