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Excerpt from Campaigns of the 20th Iowa Infantry by J. D. Barnes
Bought the book directly from Camp Pope Publishing in Iowa City, Iowa. Author J. D. Barnes wrote a post-war series of articles published in the Post Byron Globe, a family oriented newspaper that is now out of print and was printed in Port Byron, Ill. Over a century later Barnes' articles were compiled by M. Lawrence Shannon, great-grandson of John Shannon, who served alongside with Barnes in the 20th Iowa. Barnes tells of his Civil War meeting Wild Bill Hickock in Springfield, Missouri.
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From Pvt. John Robert Shaw of the 33rd Regiment, then serving in America during the American Revolution.
There was a certain Bill Airton, a butcher, who was a mess mate of mine, and had often endeavored to provoke me to a fight; but as I always considered him a stouter man than myself, and being besides unacquainted with the art of boxing (as it is called) I had constantly declined his invitations, and endeavored to keep clear of all private quarrels. It happened, however, one day, when myself and several of my companions made a fire before our wigwam, that Mr. Airton, who had been absent while the fuel was gathering, came up to the fire, and in a very abrupt manner says to me, "Shaw, d--n you stand back, you have no right here, d--n you, stand back." Giving me at the same time such a blow to the eye as made my head sing psalms for some time. The sergeant then coming up, and, understanding the circumstances, says, "Shaw, you must fight and whip him or else I will whip you." So we buckled to it in our buff; and having a good second helped the cause very much on my side; for a good officer makes a good soldier. Inspired with confidence through the encouragement of the sergeant, I soon gave Mr. Airton an Irishman's coat of arms, i.e., two black eyes and a bloody nose, which made him a good friend ever after. Poor John and the butcher then stript to their buffs, Fell to work and engaged in what's called fisticuffs; And so the big butcher that would be a brawling And picking a quarrel, at last got a mauling. See pages 35-36 of Don Haigst British Soldiers American Revolution.
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From Page 8 of Missouri in 1861: The Civil War Letters of Franc B. Wilkie, Newspaper Correspondent. Wilike accompanied the First Iowa Volunteer Infantry from its inception to Battle of Wilson Creek and its deactivation after its one year term of service expired. This is one of those don't try this at home kids.
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Butt stroke!
From page 2 of the July 17 edition of the Charleston Courier:
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Hurricaine: The Last Witnesses
Hurricaine: The Last Witnesses, Hurricane Pilots Tells the Story of the Fighter than Won the Battle of Britain by Brian Milton. Great book covering Sydney Camm's fighter that was responsible for shooting down more aircraft than the Spitfire during that epic battle. John Ellacombe tells of his stay at a hospital (page 112):
"I went into the hospital after bailing out of my burning Hurricane and when I was recovering in a ward, there was another chap there. I was delighted to find that it was Frank Czajkowski, the Polish pilot who had gone down in the first sortie. He said, "John they've taken all the mirrors out of the room but I've got a little mirror here. Look at your face, it looks very funny." They had sprayed tannic acid that forms a great big scab. The doctor and the nurse were furious with me, that Frank had done that. But he was a great character, and had been wounded in the leg and in the shoulder. He used to go off in his wheelchair and he came back one day and said, "John , there's a German ward about three wards away and they've got a lot of German airmen in there. One of them was from the Heinkel you shot down on 24 August. I've been talking to them. Then the young doctor came in and he said, "Look, I speak fluent German. Keep Czajkowski out of my ward. He' telling them we're going to get them better and then interrogate them and shoot them - and they're not getting better." So Frank was not allowed to go in there any more."
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Been reading this thread for years. Always enjoy the updates.
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Hey! Will you take a line?
FDR was secreted away on the cruiser Augusta to Argentia where he would meet for a few days with Prime Minister Winston Churchill. At Argentia was the British Battleship Prince of Wales.
"President Roosevelt was transported from the Augusta to the Prince of Wales in U. S. destroyer McDougal, whose bow was level with the Augusta's main deck and the British battleship's stern. It was a ticklish performance. When the destroyer made a Chinese landing (bow to stern) on the Prince, the British crew was drawn up at attention along the rail, Mr. Churchill alone being on the fantail to receive the President. A chief boatswain's mate of McDougal hailed the Premier with "Hey! Will you take a line?" Mr. Churchill replied, "Certainly" and not only caught the line but hauled it most of the way in before British tars came to his assistant." The boatswain's mate was truly American and Churchill humble enough to oblige him.[img]/images/smilies/smiley_abused.gif[/img] Incident is from the footnote on page 70 of Samuel Eliot Morrison's The History United States Naval Operations in World War II: The Battle of the Atlantic, 1939-1943. Vol 1.
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From the Camden Confederate, April 25, 1862
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Yankee Samurai by Joseph Harrington
It's about the Nisei and other Japanese Americans who served as interpreters, military language specialists in the Pacific during WW II. The following incident happened on Okinawa:
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Here's a letter from a Southerner who didn't want to join the army but was willing to raise a militia unit composed of like minded draft dodgers. While challenged as a speller, he writes with candor and his letter is best read aloud. Warning, put down what you are drinking or swallow the food you are chewing before reading it.
Satartia, Miss., Feby. 13th, 1863 Honl. Gov. Pettis I want your honor to appint me to git a compiny horse troops. The infernil melisha offersers and Sheriff bother me to deth and if you will appint me to git a hoss compiny I can dodge the draft and then it aint worth while to git any hoss compiny and myself and neighors can git off. They tell me you have got the Jefferson and Adams County and the Klaiburn and Amite boys off in this way by letting them voluntere in hoss compinies to git out of the cussed draft. Why not let all do it Governer. Pleese write me to Satartia soon and oblige Your firnd John T. Hodge P.S. I heer the hoss cumpinies break up the melish and then break down theirselves. John J. Pettus Correspondence Series 757, Box 944, Folder 1, Mississippi Department of Archives and History
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From Townshend's The Seventh Michigan Volunteer Infantry page 160-1.
The school of the soldier is a profitable one. They learn by their necessities to make the most of things. It was but this morning that I saw some men making glass tumblers, by cutting off the bottoms of bottles for that purpose. They were castaway whiskey bottles, I am sorry to say. It is done in this wise: a stout string is wound round the bottle at the proper distance from the vase, guided by a strap, and is then seesawed till the friction heats the glass under the string, when a little cold water will snap off a drinking cup of most pretentious appearance. You can imagine, however, that the labor is considerable.
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Foraging and looting can be harmful to the forager/looter. From page 98 of Lawerence Hewitt's Port Hudson, Confederate Bastion on the Mississippi we have:
"Several Yankees entered Mrs. Ramsey Delatt's house and proceeded to eat all her food. When she came into the kitchen, threw up her hands, and cried, "Oh, my you have just eaten the poultice from my husband's sore leg," the soldiers quickly exited the building and "unswallowed!"
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The colonel of an Alabama regiment was famous for having every thing done in a military style. Once while field officer of the day, and going his tour of inspection, he came on a sentinel from the Eleventh Mississippi regiment sitting flat down on his pants, with his gun taken entirely to pieces, when the following dialogue took place:
Colonel -- "Don't you know that a sentinel while on duty, should always keep on his feet? Sentinel (without looking up) -- "That's the way we used to do when the war first began; but that's played out long ago." Colonel (beginning to . doubt if the man was on duty), -- "Are you the sentinel here?" Sentinel -- "Well, I'm a sort of a sentinel." Colonel -- "Well, I'm a sort of officer of the day." Sentinel -- "Well, if you hold on till I sort of git my gun together, I'll give you a sort of salute."
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Echoes from the Boys of Company H
From Neal Wixson's annotated letters from the men of the 100th New York Infantry we have this gem. I did some slight editing with brackets to clarify the passage.
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From John William DeForest' A Volunteer's Adventures. This (meaning the book, not this anecdote from it) is considered essential reading for those who study the Port Hudson Campaign in Louisiana.
"Our Negro attendants, who had come with us from New Orleans or the vicinity, seemed not to have the slightest scruple about robbing their country brethren. A large, elderly, reverend looking follower of my company, named Prince, valet to one of my corporals, executed the following swindle upon the enfranchised population of the 'the green Opelousas.' Mounted on a sore-backed mule, he pushed ahead of the column, entered the Negro cabins by the roadside and requested the inmates to hand over their Confederate money. "'Tan't wuth nothing now," he explained, "and I'se the man that General Banks has sent ahead to take it up, and when he comes along he'll give you the greenbacks for it." Thereupon the green Opelousans would pour their Confederate wealth into Prince's broad palms, simply enquiring how they should know General Banks when he appeared. "Oh, you'll know him right easy," answered Prince. "He's a mighty good lookin' young man, and wears specs." This was a sufficiently accurate description of Lieutenant Colonel Frank A. Peck, the handsome commandant of the Twelfth Connecticut. Accordingly, the lieutenant colonel was much puzzled by the number of Negroes who approached him on the march, knuckling their heads respectfully, and enquiring: "Massa, has you brought our money?" Prince's rascality was exposed to me by George. Devourer of plundered chickens as I was, I felt indignant at such needless roguery and turned the venerable humbug out of camp with public approbrium. It must be understood that Confederate money was at this time worth thirty or forty cents on the dollar or, at least, could be secretly exchanged at that value among the secession brokers of New Orleans. Prince had collected a roll of it as large as my fist.
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Captain LaGarde wrote his book "Gunshot Injuries" in 1916 that the projectiles of the American Civil War caused worse wounds than the front line weapons used in the second year of WW1. I did find this exact quote: "The stopping power of the reduced caliber rifle bullet, thous' less than those of its predecessors, the .45 caliber Springfield, Martini Henry, old Mauser, or Gras, is still considered sufficient for all the purposes of civilized warfare". "Civilized warfare" -- is that like "Marketing intelligence"? Old No7
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Monument to the Angel of Marye's Heights
The Kirkland Monument remembers a selfless Civil War hero who braved the battlefield to give water to his dying enemies.--->>> https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/...arye-s-heights |
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From Edward Young McMorrises' History of the First Regiment Alabama Volunteer Infantry, C. S. A. pages 118-9:
I now come to relate an unimportant but the most striking co-incident of my whole life. The last night of our stay a card party was given at Mrs. Little's, and it was largely attended, mostly by young girls and young men. We played the usual games until a late hour, when we hanged to "telling fortunes" with cards. The lass (about 15) with whom I had mostly played, after telling or foretelling when I would marry, the color of the eyes and hair of my wife-to-e, etc., asked me i I would like to have another furlough. I replied, "Yes, run these cards and tell me how long before I get another." She dealt off the cards, and after consulting them declared I should get another furlough in a very short time. I replied that I didn't believe it, because I was returning from home on a furlough; that I was going then to "head off" Sherman in the Carolinas, and that an early furlough for me was absurd. "you have consulted the wrong cards," I said, "try that again with the cards." She did so, and at the conclusion threw up her hands and shouted: "Oh, it will be no time hardly before you have another furlough." She went through all this with the most affected sincerity and gravity. "Impossible," I said. "you are a failure, I know, as a fortune-teller. Run these cards again." A third time she ran the cards in reference to my getting a furlough, the last time going into ecstacies of joy, and affirming with still more earnestness it would be almost no time before I received another furlough. The next morning Ardis and myself took leave of our kind friends, and set out on foot for Augusta. We had to pass down through the business part of the city, and here I met Lieut. Alex. Frier and Sert. Hector McLean of my company returning as a special detail to Alabama. Lieut. Frier had been sent back on a special service, and with authority and orders to detail two non-commissioned officers to assist him in his duties. He had already detailed one (MMcLean), he lacked another and promptly detailed me. This would give another furlough of ten days at home. It had not been fifteen hours since the young lady with a pack of cards had foretold this! Was there ever a more remarkable coincidence!
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From pages 95-6 of the same book:
"While a Red River steamer was discharging its cargo of bacon at the landing, Private I. H. Johnson of the Perote Guards, was sitting upon the bluff overlooking the landing, an interesting spectator of the scene below. The mysterious movements of two Arkansas soldiers mixing with the boat hands at work especially excited his curiosity. He kept his eye on them. Sure enough the first opportunity that opened, when the backs of the boat hands were turned, they grabbed each a side of bacon and ran off. An idea struck Johnson. His camp was not a hundred yards away while that of the Arkansas men was half a mile distant with a skirt of forest intervening. Johnson rushed to his camp, quickly donned a sergeant's coat, picked up a file of men and dashed off around the skirt of woods in his 'flank movement.' He intercepted and arrested the Arkansans, started to camp with prisoners and spoils, but soon halted for a parley. Our pro-tem sergeant expressed deep sympathy to and for his prisoners, saying that he knew rations were short; that he thought it hard, under the circumstances, for the soldiers to be courtmartialed, and probably balled and chained for a month merely for trying to get something to eat; and then intimated that if he could do so with safety to himself he would turn them loose, but that he would be obliged to carry the bacon to camp and make his report. The Arkansans quickly accepted his proposition, and in less than half an hour 'our sergeant' came marching back to camp, each of his men with a side of bacon and cheered by the whole company. I can't say whether or not our 'sergeant' ever reported this haul to headquarters, but it has always been our private opinion that Lee's veterans never got any of that meat."
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"I was called up on the draft, and I went through the draft, and they lined us up in groups of twelve. The guy in front of me was a little, puny old guy and we went through. When we got to the end, they said to me, 'You didn't make it. You're not in the army.' And the guy in front of me, the puny little guy, made it and, right away. I knew what happened - they had gotten our papers confused. You know how they stack the papers....
"Well, I was so embarrassed because here I am in perfect physical health, and the puny little guy is in. So the next day I went down to 49 Whitehall Street, New York City, and said, 'I want to join.' I said, 'I really want the paratroopers.' And they said, 'Well, sit down in that hall there and the doctor will take care of you because you've got a special examination.' "So I waited there for about two hours and finally I got up enough nerve to ask the sergeant, 'Hey, when is the doctor gonna come out?' He said, 'Oh, go knock on the door.' So I knocked on the door and here's a guy with a cigar in his mouth, his feet on the desk, and he says, 'What do you want?' And I said, 'Well, I'm supposed to get a special examination to join the paratroopers.' He says, 'Oh, that's fine. Jump up on the desk.' I jumped on the desk. He says, 'Jump off the desk.' I jumped off the desk. He says, 'Okay, You're ready!' Told by Howard Melvin (Co. I, 505 Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Div) in Voices of D-Day, page 12.
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