Robert woke to gentle sounds such as he hadn't heard since he left his mothers home just after his 19th birthday to Join McClellan's army.  They were supposed to victorious and find honor. What he had found instead was hunger and pain, misery and death or near death all around him.<br/>The battle at Antietam had been brutal. Hand to hand combat punctuated by volley after volley of miniballs whizzing through the wreck of the trees.  There was no glory in this war, only pain and death , all around them.<br/><br/>This morning though in the morning light Susanna's voice rang true and clear, gentle and loving as it slowly penetrated the pain that fogged his mind. He groaned. I'm thirsty... Oh so thirsty he muttered through blood covered , parched lips.  His left arm hung useless and barely attached, its bone shattered above the elbow., and a deep slash gin his right chest gurgled foaming blood as he struggled to breath.<br/><br/>He looked in the eyes of an angel as she held his head in her arms and her golden hair ever so gently caressed his face. he clung to those flashing eyes and soothing voice with all that was left within him.  He felt himself being lifted to his feet and though ever so dizzy, stumbling into the house.  he felt his dirty blood stained clothes being stripped away and then passed out again.