The private soldier sleeps where he fell, piled in one mighty heap.

Four thousand five hundred privates! all lying side by side in death! Thirteen generals were killed and wounded.
Four thousand five hundred men slain, all piled and heaped together at one place.

I cannot tell the number of others killed and wounded.
God alone knows that.

We'll all find out on the morning of the final resurrection.
Kind friends, I have attempted in my poor and feeble way to tell you of this (I can hardly call it) battle.

It should be called by some other name.