Swift blazing flag of the regiment,Eagle with crest of red and gold,These men were born to drill and die.Point for them the virtue of slaughter,Make plain to them the excellence of killingAnd a field where a thousand corpses lie. — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“As she approached the First Regiment’s camp, the soldiers guarding the gates did nothing to stop her. They saluted her, but their eyes passed over her without care. However, a large square of scarlet red cloth was hoisted up the… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
