"We're putting the band back together"
Who knows, but it may be given to us after this life,
To meet again in the old quarters,
To play chess, and drafts, and get up soon to answer the morning roll 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 alarm rolls to summon us 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?"
Post-war poem written by Sgt. Berry Benson
McGowan's South Carolina Brigade, Wilcox's Division.
A. P. Hill's Corps, Army of North Virginia.
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