Sir, once again I was mistaken in my thoughts. It was the 8th GA Infantry that was on my mind. With, I believe, Anderson's brigade. While at OSU I dated a girl from North Georgia, Mr. Boring. A true Georgia peach, an auburn hair goddess, Stan. Hummm...Anyway she had ancestors with that regiment. You, observantly pointed out that when wrong or learning something new, I resort to obscure verse. Let me again do so in the most sincere admiration of those brave lads at Gettysburg.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words