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In Defense of the Flag: A True War Story (Illustrated)
In Defense of the Flag: A True War Story (Illustrated)
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Now in the commencement of this narrative and tale of my early life, I must say that a good part of my life has been somewhat gloomy. At the time of my entering the service of my country I was seventeen years of age. It was just after the first and second engagements at Bull Run.
My father was a poor man, the father of some nine children, and a shoemaker by trade. I had left home early in my youth, when about fourteen or fifteen years old, and at this time, just before the war, a boy's chances for labor and wages paid were very small. I worked for only seven dollars a month. This was the first labor I ever performed, working by the month. Oh, how my mind goes back to childhood days!
Now in the fall of 1862, on the 28th day of August I felt it my duty to respond to my country's call, and I enlisted in the 83rd Pennsylvania Volunteers, to serve three years.
After I had been some two years in the service, my brother, two years younger than myself, enlisted and came to the army at Rappahannock Station, on the Rappahannock River. Now I had written a good many letters home to my poor brother, advising him not to come to the army, but it was of no avail. He would and did come, but I have6 reason to thank God that it was his own good will, and that my brother's life blood was not shed in vain for his country, although I did try my best to have him stay at home.
My father was a poor man, the father of some nine children, and a shoemaker by trade. I had left home early in my youth, when about fourteen or fifteen years old, and at this time, just before the war, a boy's chances for labor and wages paid were very small. I worked for only seven dollars a month. This was the first labor I ever performed, working by the month. Oh, how my mind goes back to childhood days!
Now in the fall of 1862, on the 28th day of August I felt it my duty to respond to my country's call, and I enlisted in the 83rd Pennsylvania Volunteers, to serve three years.
After I had been some two years in the service, my brother, two years younger than myself, enlisted and came to the army at Rappahannock Station, on the Rappahannock River. Now I had written a good many letters home to my poor brother, advising him not to come to the army, but it was of no avail. He would and did come, but I have6 reason to thank God that it was his own good will, and that my brother's life blood was not shed in vain for his country, although I did try my best to have him stay at home.
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