We march off to wipe treason from the earth -- Action at last: the bullets hum like bugs -- Under fire every day for an age -- Kennesaw Mountain was an awful place -- We "Bummers" go foraging -- If you can't "pick" rebs, "pick" yanks -- What an army hospital was like -- Discipline makes war hell -- We march from Atlanta to the sea -- A private cease-fire along the Chattahoochee -- "Our bullets will make sieves of your hides..." -- We head through South Carolina -- War continues to be hell -- We fight our last big battle -- Our last long march proves a killer -- Homeward bound, but still fighting.
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