When Johnny Went Marching

“Why, what in thunder is this?” the colonel asked, turning to twelve-year-old Johnny Catlin. “That is our drummer boy, and he is a daisy,” the captain replied. The colonel didn’t agree. “This is no kindergarten. We ain’t running a nursery.” Turning to Johny, he told the boy to go home. “The war is no place for chickens that bain’t got their pinfeathers!”