"His fingers were twined nervously about his rifle. He wished that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions that they were poor and puny. His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his rage into a dark and stormy specter. that possessed him and made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were flies sucking innocently at his blood, and he thought that he would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces in pitiful plights."
This part of the book really makes me feel his pain, because he wants the war to be over, and he's so scared of what;s going to happen. I'd feel the same way, and I know I'd want revenge on my enemies for causing me so much fear and pain. What he doesn't realize though, is that the men fighting on South, want the war to be over as well.
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