 This is what Wharton wrote to his wife on July 6, 1864, from the Army's camp near Sharpsburg, Maryland. I fear that it will stir up the Yankee recruiting officers, aid Lincoln to fill up his depleted ranks, and thus prolong the war. So I want to just kind of step back a moment from this and offer maybe a little bit of a broader perspective. I don't think he's far off the mark here. If you think about Ben Butler,