The War of which he was writing had come upon a people unsuspecting and
unprepared; they had not sought it nor desired it, they did not love
it, they did not understand it. But the nation must be preserved; and so
they set out to forge themselves into a sword. They had wealth, and they
poured it out lavishly; and they had enthusiasm--whole armies of young
men came forward. They were uniformed and armed and drilled and one
after another they marched out, with banners waving, and drums rolling,
and hearts beating high with hope; and one after another they met
the enemy, and were swallowed up in carnage and destruction, and came
reeling back in defeat and despair. It happened so often that the whole
land moaned with the horror of it--there was Bull Run and then again
Bull Run, and there was the long Peninsula Campaign--an entire year
of futility and failure; and there was the ghastly slaughter of
Fredericksburg, and the blind confusion of Chancellorsville, and the
bitter, disappointment of Antietam.
Thyrsis wished to portray all this from the point of view of the
humble private, who got none of the glory, and expected none, but only
suffering and toil; whose lot it was to march and countermarch, to delve
and sweat in the trenches, to be stifled by the heat and drenched by the
rain and frozen by the cold; to wade through seas of blood and anguish,
to be wounded and captured and imprisoned, to be lured by victory and
blasted by defeat. And into it all he was pouring the distillation of
his own experiences. For there was not much of it that he had not
known in his own person. Surely he had known what it was to be cold
and hungry; surely he had known what it was to be lured by victory
and blasted by defeat. He had watched by the death-bed of his dearest
dreams, he had listened to the moaning of multitudes of imprisoned
hopes. He had known what it was to set before him a purpose, and to
cling to it in spite of obloquy and hatred; he had known what it was
to suffer until his forehead throbbed, and all things reeled and swam
before his eyes. He had known also what it was to sacrifice for the sake
of the future, and to see others, who thought of no one but themselves,
preying upon him, and upon the community, and living in luxury and
enjoying power.
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