I afterwards learned that that brave Rebel boy was my own brother, Dave, who at that time was not more than sixteen years old.
The one who was killed was named Grimes, and the one captured was named Houser, and the regiment was the First Tennessee Cavalry, then commanded by Colonel J.H.Lewis.

You could have heard the cheers from both sides, it seemed, for miles.
John Branch raised the tune, in which the whole First and Twenty-seventh Regiments joined in: "Cheer, boys, cheer, we are marching on to battle! Cheer, boys, cheer, for our sweethearts and our wives! Cheer, boys, cheer, we'll nobly do our duty, And give to the South our hearts, our arms, our lives.
Old Lincoln, with his hireling hosts, Will never whip the South, Shouting the battle cry of freedom." All this is taking place while the Yankees are fully one thousand yards off.

We can see every movement that is made, and we know that Sherman's incendiaries are already hacked.

Sherman himself is a coward, and dares not try his strength with old Joe.

Sherman never fights; all that he is after is marching to the sea, while the world looks on and wonders: "What a flank movement!" Yes, Sherman is afraid of minnie balls, and tries the flank movement.