"Soldiers should stick together like brothers, and feel that they are fighting for each other, as well as for the country.

Then, when you're sick, you want friends.

When we marched from Sackett's Harbor, there was a young feller--" "Have some more tea, brother ?" "Part of a cup, Nancy," replied the old man, who never took offence even when the choicest stories of his military experience were nipped in the bud.
After dinner, Thomas hastened back to the store.

That day seemed to him like an epoch in his existence, as indeed it was.

He felt that he belonged to his country now, and that the honor of that old flag, which had been insulted by traitors, was committed to his keeping.