Fighting at Chancellorsville and Hooker beaten And nobody killed that you knew so terribly well Except Jo Frear’s second brother⁠—though it was sad Our splendid general Jackson’s lost his arm, Such an odd man but so religious. She hummed a moment “That’s Stonewall Jackson’s way” in her clear cool voice. “I really should have trained for nursing,” she thought. She heard a voice say, “Yes, the General’s very ill, But that lovely new nurse will save him if anyone can. She came out from Richmond on purpose.” The voice stopped speaking. She thought of last month and the boys and the Black Horse Troop, And the haggard little room in Pollet’s Hotel Whose slipshod chambermaid had such scared, round eyes. She was just as glad they were fighting now, after all, Huger had been so jealous and Clay so wild, It was quite a strain to be engaged to them both Especially when Jim Merrihew kept on writing And that nice Alabama major⁠— She heard the bells