Were these things real?
Did I see those brave and noble countrymen of mine laid low in death and weltering in their blood?
Did I see our country laid waste and in ruins? Did I see soldiers marching, the earth trembling and jarring beneath their measured tread?
Did I see the ruins of smoldering cities and deserted homes?
Did I see the flag of my country, that I had followed so long, furled to be no more unfurled forever?
Surely they are but the vagaries of mine own imagination.