Today I think again of my cousin Jim from Fauquier County, who marched with the Eighth Virginia and became one of the “pink mist” boys, forever nineteen.
He was a dear young man; I have read and touched his charming letters. His brother, a captain, had to go back home and tell their mother that he had lost her baby during Pickett’s Charge.
Courageous men they were. That is 3 o’clock in the morning courage, to walk across that field.