One of our militia-men took his station on the embankment, and gratuitously forewarned us of every shot. In this he became so skillful that he could, in almost every case, predict the destination of the ball. As soon as the smoke issued from the muzzle of the gun he would cry out shot, or bomb, as the case might be. Sometimes he would exclaim, Block-house No. 1, or, Look out, main battery; Now for the meathouse; Good-by, if you will pass. In spite of all the expostulations of his friends, he maintained his post. One day there came a shot that seemed to defy all his calculations. He stood silent motionless perplexed. In the same instant he was swept into eternity. - Pvt. Alfred Lorraine, Virginia Militia
Posted on: Fri, 02 May 2014 15:00:27 +0000
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