"In time, even death itself might be abolished; who knows
but it may be given to us after this life to meet again in the old quarters, to play chess and draughts, to get up soon to
answer the morning role call, to fall in at the tap of the drum for drill and dress parade, and again to hastily don our war
gear while the monotonous patter of the long roll summons to battle.
Who knows but again the old flags, ragged and torn, snapping
in the wind, may face each other and flutter, pursuing and pursued, while the cries of victory fill a summer day? And after
the battle, then the slain and wounded will arise, and all will meet together under the two flags, all sound and well, and
there will be talking and laughter and cheers, and all will say, Did it not seem real? Was it not as in the old days?"
--Barry Benson, a Confederate Veteran writing in 1880.