Cannon, caissons, and dead horses were piled pell-mell.

It was the picture of a real battlefield.

Blood had gathered in pools, and in some instances had made streams of blood.

'Twas a picture of carnage and death.
AM PROMOTED "Why, hello, corporal, where did you get those two yellow stripes from on your arm ?" "Why, sir, I have been promoted for gallantry on the battlefield, by picking up an orphan flag, that had been run over by a thousand fellows, and when I picked it up I did so because I thought it was pretty, and I wanted to have me a shirt made out of it." "I could have picked up forty, had I known that," said Sloan.
"So could I, but I knew that the stragglers would pick them up." Reader mine, the above dialogue is true in every particular.

As long as I was in action, fighting for my country, there was no chance for promotion, but as soon as I fell out of ranks and picked up a forsaken and deserted flag, I was promoted for it.