The colonel came running along the back of the line. There were other officers following him. "We must charge'm!" they shouted. "We must charge'm!" they cried with resentful voices, as if anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.  
The youth, upon hearing the shouts, began to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers they must go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place, and with all the circumstances to go backward would too many others. Their hope was to push the away from the fence.
 
He expected that his companions, weary and , would have to be driven to this assault, but as he turned toward them he perceived with a certain surprise that they were giving quick and unqualified expressions of . There was an , clanging to the charge when the of the bayonets upon the rifle barrels. At the yelled words of command the soldiers sprang forward in eager leaps. There was new and unexpected force in the movement of the . A knowledge of its faded and condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness. The men in insane fever of haste, as if to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by the collection of men in dusty and blue, over a green sward and under a sky, toward a fence, dimly outlined in smoke, from behind which the fierce rifles of enemies.
 
The youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his free arm in furious circles, the while mad calls and appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged, for it seemed that the mob of blue men themselves on the dangerous group of rifles were again grown suddenly wild with an enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting toward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in making a great sprinkling of on the grass between their former position and the fence. But they were in a state of , perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made an exhibition of recklessness. There was no obvious questioning, nor figurings, nor diagrams. There was, , no considered loopholes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
 
He himself felt the daring spirit of a , religion-mad. He was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremendous death. He had no time for dissections, but he knew that he thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from reaching the place of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings of joy within him that thus should be his mind.
 
He strained all his strength. His eyesight was shaken and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did not see anything excepting the mist of smoke by the little knives of fire, but he knew that in it lay the fence of a vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the gray men.
 
As he ran a thought of the shock of contact gleamed in his mind. He expected a great when the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a part of his wild battle madness. He could feel the swing of the regiment about him and he conceived of a thunderous, crushing blow that would the resistance and spread and for miles. The flying regiment was going to have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run faster among his comrades, who were giving to and cheers.
 
But presently he could see that many of the men in gray did not intend to the blow. The smoke, rolling, disclosed men who ran, their faces still turned. These grew to a crowd, who stubbornly. Individuals wheeled frequently to send a bullet at the blue wave.
 
But at one part of the line there was a grim and group that made no movement. They were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A flag, and fierce, waved over them and their rifles fiercely.
 
The blue whirl of men got very near, until it seemed that in truth there would be a close and scuffle. There was an expressed in the of the little group, that changed the meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells of , directed, personal. The cries of the two parties were now in sound an interchange of insults.
 
They in blue showed their teeth; their eyes shone all white. They launched themselves as at the throats of those who stood resisting. The space between to an distance.
 
The youth had centered the gaze of his soul upon that other flag. Its possess............