But we'll get him sooner or later! We'll get him.

Did any other troops ever bear up like ours under defeats and drawn battles?
Listen to 'em now!" Slow and deep and sung by many thousand men rose the rolling chorus: "The army is gathering from near and from far; The trumpet is sounding the call for the war; Old Rosey's our leader, he's gallant and strong; We'll gird on our armor and be marching along." "Now," cried Warner, "all together." And the thundering chorus rose: "Marching, we are marching along, Gird on the armor and be marching along; Old Rosey's our leader, he's gallant and strong; For God and our country we are marching along." As the mighty chorus, sung by fifty thousand men, rose and throbbed through the cold and rain, Dick felt his own heart throbbing in unison.
Rosecrans might or might not be a great general, but he certainly was not permitting the enemy to rest easy in winter quarters at Murfreesborough.

Dick had no doubt that they were about to meet the foe of Perryville face to face again.
The enemies were largely the same as those of other battles in the west.
The Northern army advanced in three divisions toward Murfreesborough.
McCook, whose division contained the Winchester regiment, was in the center, General Thomas led the right wing on the Franklin road, and General Crittenden led the left wing.

Bragg who was before them had nearly the same generals as at Shiloh, Hardee, Breckinridge, and the others.
Dick knew that the advance of the Northern army would be seen at once.
This was the country of the enemy.

The forces of the Union held only the ground on which they were camped.