human
Many, too weak to rise, broke into bitter sobs: tears poured from eyes bright with fever or dim with the shadow of death. Passing among these, I was startled to see a patient, whom all had supposed to be dying, sitting up in bed. Stretching his arms toward me, he cried out,
gpt
Lady, lady, come here! He was a boy of sixteen years, one of the glorious Third Alabama, and he begged so hard to be allowed to see
human
that I had his bunk drawn up to an open window, supporting him in my arms so that he _could_ see. When his own regiment passed, he tried with faltering breath to cheer, but, failing, waved his feeble hand, gasping out,