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172 My comrades saw the gap he made, and soon came dashing in; They raised me up,—I felt no hurt, but mingled in the din. I'd seen some fearful work before, but never was engaged In such a wild and savage fight as now around me racked. The foe had ceased their firing, and now plied the deadly steel: Though all our men were wounded then, no pain they seemed to feel. No groans escaped from those who fell, but horrid oaths instead, And scowling looks of hate were on the features of the dead. The fight was round the standard: though outnumbered ten to one, We held our ground,—ay, more than that,—we still kept pushing on. Our men now made a desperate rush to take the flag by storm.