"On they come, with the old swinging route step and swaying battleflags. Before us in proud humiliation stood the embodiment of manhood; men whom neither toils and sufferings, nor the fact of death, nor disaster, nor hopelessness could bend from their resolve; standing before us now, thin, worn, and famished, but erect, and with eyes looking level into ours, waking memories that bound us together as no other bond."
As the bugle sounded, the Federal line shifted to the marching salute of carry arms. Confederate General Gordon, riding heavy in heart, saw the salute, whirled around on his horse, dropped the point of his sword to the toe of his boot and ordered carry arms - "honor answering honor." And the battle-worn colors of the regiments were folded and laid tenderly down until only the Federal colors were standing against the sky. Memories, tears, victory, and defeat blended into one.