It was with heavy hearts that the comrades set about the task of burying their dead brother. Not one but wondered how soon new graves might have to be made, and those who were then engaged in the solemn duty might be the next to be laid under the sod. It was not Comrade Bullard's fortune to fight under the flag of his country, he died of disease, not from an enemy's bullet, but his heroism was the same. He had died for his country ; he had given his life for his flag :
There is no other thing expressed.
But long disquiet merged in rest."