I saw him while the infirmary corps were bringing him off the field.

He was as white as a piece of marble, and a most remarkable thing about him was, that not a drop of blood was ever seen to come out of the place through which the cannon ball had passed.

My pen and ability is inadequate to the task of doing his memory justice.

Every private soldier loved him.

Second to Stonewall Jackson, his loss was the greatest the South ever sustained.