 He asked for water, as all dying men do in battle as the life-blood drips from the body.One of my men gave him a canteen of water, while another brought an armful of cotton from an old gin near by and made him a pillow.The general gallantly thanked them, and in answer to our expressions of sorrow at his sad fate, he said, 'It is the fate of a soldier to die for his country,' and expired.