We got word that night there was going to be a formal surrender tomorrow in the village of Appomattox.
We were going to stack arms, furl our flags and leave them there in Appomattox.
It was hard for some of us to sleep that night. I kept wondering what had it all been for. Why had we sacrificed so many?
I remembered the Amason boys, Sam Burnside, who we teased about being kin to the Union General, Joe Norris, my old Pard and Wesley Sanders, my brother-in-law. Why did they all have to die?
I spent a few hours during the night trying to find some meaning to the whole War before drifting off to sleep.