William Bircher remembers coming home.
July 11, 1865
We were then disbanded and said the last good-bye to our comrades in arms, the great majority of whom we would never, in all probability, see again. And a more hearty, rough-and-ready, affectionate good-bye there never was in all this wide world. Songs were sung, hands were shaken, or rather rung, many a loud, hearty God bless you, old fellow! resounded, and many were the toasts and the healths that were drunk before the men parted for good.
Source: William Bircher, A Drummer-Boys Diary, ed. Newell L. Chester (St. Cloud, MN: North Star Press, 1995), 127.