- Joined
- Jul 23, 2017
- Location
- Southwest Missouri
And then, when the last hymn has been sung, and the men all lie down to rest, someone, somewhere in Camp, who has been listening to the songs of praise, and whose heart feels the holy inspiration of the hour, strikes up with "Home, sweet home,"....
and as the tenderly sweet and heart-stirring solo floats softly out over the camp, many a rough soldier, who weeps not for wounds or blood, dashes a tear from the eye, ....
while his bosom yearns for one sight more of the dear old home, so far away, and of the loved ones he has not seen in so many long months, and, perchance, may never see again.
Under the Stars and Bars: A History of the Surry Light Artillery
and as the tenderly sweet and heart-stirring solo floats softly out over the camp, many a rough soldier, who weeps not for wounds or blood, dashes a tear from the eye, ....
while his bosom yearns for one sight more of the dear old home, so far away, and of the loved ones he has not seen in so many long months, and, perchance, may never see again.
Under the Stars and Bars: A History of the Surry Light Artillery