Lt. General John Bell Hood’s Last Day, by Michele Cacano
Lt. General Hood surveyed the battlefield, swallowing a lump.
“So many men…”
Try as he might, he’d been unable to overcome Sherman’s army.
While tallying the dead, Hood saw movement twenty yards away: a soldier, trying to sit up.
“Good God!” Hood yelled. “Medic! Soldier–”
Hood felt the blood rush from his head. He tried to make sense of the gaping hole in the man’s chest.
“Cannon fire,” Hood thought. “How in God’s name?”
Hood tripped, scrambling away from grasping hands.
“God in Heaven, deliver me!”
This prayer, too, went unanswered, as fallen soldiers closed in, devouring their defeated commander.