The Yanks began firing and we were getting ready for the whirlwind, when their fire slackened and stopped.
Toward the end of the day some of our teamsters returned from the front said General Lee had surrendered. We couldn’t believe it and told them to shut up passing out such rumors.
But we got confirmation from officers riding down our lines that Marse Robert had really surrendered us.
We saw a commotion down the road from us and walked toward it as fast as we could.
General Lee was riding Traveler down the road with fellow soldiers on each side asking if we had been surrendered. His head was bowed and tears were running down his checks. He said we were to be paroled and would go to our homes until exchanged.
I was shocked and seeing him in that perfect uniform and remembering when we kept him from leading us in a charge at the Wilderness that would have surely been his last charge, I turned away and cried. I felt as if the whole world had stopped.
We had lost.