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He remembered every detail of his pre-assault movements but nothing of the final, desperate rush to come to grips with the enemy.
When the victory cheer went up this officer found himself still mounted, with his horse pressed broadside against Cleburne's log parapet in a tangled group of infantrymen.
His hat was gone, the tears were streaming from his eyes.
He never knew how he got there.
Six climactic minutes in an individual's life left no memory.
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