Boys who wore the blue, you have long been gray. Many of your ranks have already “crossed the river, and are resting under the trees,” not in wall tents or Sibleys, but “In those low green tents Whose curtain never outward swings.” And when for them and you the “long roll” is sounded, commanding all the vast armies to “turn out” and “fall in” for the last Grand Review, and you stand in serried ranks before the Great Commander, Oh! may you all be able to sing as in one grand chorus, “Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me And that Thou bidds’t me come to Thee, Oh! Lamb of God! I come, I come.” Nathan W. Crooks, prominently identified with the early portion of this history, died at Washington C. H., O., on May 6, 1900. Wesley Jackman, one of the four hungry “boys from home” whom I fed at the Manassas House, Jackson, answered the final call on August 6, 1901, just three days before the last pages of this book went to press. [Illustration] Transcriber’s Note Some corrections have been made to the original text, including normalization of the punctuation. Further corrections are listed below: prounoun -> pronoun magnificen tfloating -> magnificent floating nade -> made the the rebels -> the rebels cummunication -> communication famaliar -> familiar throuh -> through editoral -> editorial End of Project Gutenberg's Recollections of the Civil War, by Maud E. Morrow