Their spirits seemed to be with us on the march, but we know that their souls are with their God.

Their bones, today, no doubt, bleach upon the battlefield.

They left their homes, families, and loved ones a little more than one short twelve months ago, dressed in their gray uniforms, amid the applause and cheering farewells of those same friends.

They lie yonder; no friendly hands ever closed their eyes in death; no kind, gentle, and loving mother was there to shed a tear over and say farewell to her darling boy; no sister's gentle touch ever wiped the death damp from off their dying brows.

Noble boys; brave boys! They willingly gave their lives to their country's cause.