I Was The First Fruits Of The Battle Of Missionary Ridge. When I Felt The Bullet Enter My Heart I Wished I Had Staid At Home And Gone To Jail For Stealing The Hogs Of Curl Trenary, Instead Of Running Away And Joining The Army. Rather A Thousand Times The County Jail Than To Lie Under This Marble Figure With Wings, And This Granite Pedestal Bearing The Words, "Pro Patria." What Do They Mean, Anyway?