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Michigan Civil War
TWELFTH REGIMENT INFANTRY
The battle cloud hung like a pall above the forest, the gloom and darkness deepened the stars, which had looked calmly down from the depths of heaven, withdrew from the scene, —a horrible scene, for the exploding shells had set the forest on fire. The flames consumed the withered leaves and twigs of the thickets and crept up to the helpless wounded, to friend and foe alike. There was no hand but God's to save them. He heard their cries and groans. The rain came, extinguishing the flames; it drenched the men in arms awaiting for daybreak to come to renew the strife, but there were hundreds of wounded parched with fever, restless with pain, who thanked God for the rain.
Civil War
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