eleven o’clock
`` I would have borne still longer this life of oppression and privation ; but now , honor demands that I should die . '' He took another sheet of paper . It was now no order or command , but a tender , loving , farewell letter to his friend , General Finkenstein . `` This morning , at eleven o'clock , I attacked the enemy ; we drove them back to Gudenberg . All my men performed deeds of daring and bravery , but , at the storming of Gudenberg , a terrific number of lives were lost . My army became separated . I reassembled them three times , but in vain .