. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . fraternizemore speedily or thoroughly than two veterans, one of whomwore the blue, and one of them the gray, during the greatAmerican conflict. Those who did the fighting were notthose who did the hating. We know right well that therebels were brave men and mostly honest in their mistakenloyalty—more brave and more honest than the pestilentdemagogues behind them at South or North. God help all the soldiers of our land to cultivate the artof peace as fully and fearle
. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . fraternizemore speedily or thoroughly than two veterans, one of whomwore the blue, and one of them the gray, during the greatAmerican conflict. Those who did the fighting were notthose who did the hating. We know right well that therebels were brave men and mostly honest in their mistakenloyalty—more brave and more honest than the pestilentdemagogues behind them at South or North. God help all the soldiers of our land to cultivate the artof peace as fully and fearlessly as they fought in war ! Wedo not revive our martial memories, nor decorate the graves The Precious Memories of the Veteran. 385 of our dead in order to rekindle the feuds of the past. Justthe contrary should be our aim, for did not Federal andRebel learn a lesson of mutual respect on the battle-field ofthe South ? May we learn to know each other too well everto quarrel again, and may we have A union of hearts, a union of hands,A union that none can sever,A union of lakes, a union of lands,The American Union forever !. STRAGGLERS. 386 Twenty-first Regiment Connecticut Volunteers. CHAPTEE ZXZZXIIII INCIDENTS AND COINCIDENTS. THE OLD ARMY SONGS. One of the pleasantest features of army life, and one whichis still a tender memory to the old soldier, were the ArmySongs we used to sing in the quiet bivouac, and around theold camp fire. When the great army was resting from itslabors ; or on the toilsome march, when feet were weary andhearts were faint; or on the eve of battle, when the mind wasbusy with thoughts of dear ones, far away in the old homeamid the peaceful scenes so dear to the memory At suchtimes what could be more touching than the Old OakenBucket? sung as we used to sing it. How dear to my heart, are the scenes of my childhood,When fond recollections present them to view;The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,And every loved spot which my infancy knew.
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