I've been reading "The Last Citadel", about the siege of Petersburg. Union soldier C. F. Barnes wrote this about charging the works at Petersburg that last time on April 2, 1865.
“When I started on that charge, I was not feeling very well; there was something the matter with my throat. I thought my heart would jump clear out of my mouth. The boys were yelling and charging all around me. I think I went more than half way across before I yelled, and then I felt so much better that I was sorry I had not yelled when I started. I was much surprised at the great change in my feelings. After that whoop I think I could have tackled the whole so-called Southern Confederacy.”
Inspired by this, after a trying morning dealing with a package delivery company, I returned home, walked out on my balcony and screamed at the FDR Drive. I felt much better after.
