The surgeon, tears in his eyes, bent over the general and asked him if he were badly hurt.

Jackson replied that he thought he was dying.
An officer of high rank, Colonel Crutchfield, whom Jackson esteemed highly, was already lying in the ambulance, wounded severely.

They put Jackson beside him and drove slowly toward the rear.

Once, when Crutchfield groaned under the jolting of the ambulance, Jackson made them stop until his comrade was easier.

Then the mournful procession moved on, while the battle roared and crashed about the lone ambulance that bore the stricken idol of the Confederacy, Lee's right arm, the man without whom the South could not win.