rescue
I was forced to work caring for wounded soldiers, serving men on the
field. One day a volunteer worker came, a woman. I reminded her of
her son who was killed at Chickamauga. She bonded with me. I told
her my story and she believed that I was captured unjustly. That
evening we changed clothes. She became the prisoner and I sneaked out
wearing her dress and apron with a mission to
bring back enough dresses to get ten more men out.
