Found poem (Letter from Corporal Frank Hughes to his mother after the battle of Shiloh, Camp Jackson, near Corinth, Miss, April 8th 1862)

The hard day is done.
We fired first some canister,
pushed forward in the wood.
I passed poor Jim,
his leg blown off by cannon shot,
moaning loud.
The Sergeant pushed us forward,
ain't seen poor Jim no more.
Lieutenant Jacobus fell dead,
and Gunner Roesel killed.
The musket balls were flying
and I was scared, but no man fled.

It's quiet now,
the birds are gone,
the men sleep sound tonight.
Everyone has proved himself
manly and heroic
and stamped upon its gallant sons
a passport to sure victory
or an honorable death.