. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . rown back, and there strode forth the Drum-majorwho with much ostentation and vigor, began to beat thesignal for breakfast. As the sharp rattle died away in thehum of camp, Colonel Dutton exclaimed: That drum-beatis a sound which I hate! For three years at West Point, Ihave been roused at dawn and warned to bed at night by thatsame alarm. I have been marched to my meals, to mystudies, to drill, to parade and to church. I have scarcelytaken a step without some exhort
. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . rown back, and there strode forth the Drum-majorwho with much ostentation and vigor, began to beat thesignal for breakfast. As the sharp rattle died away in thehum of camp, Colonel Dutton exclaimed: That drum-beatis a sound which I hate! For three years at West Point, Ihave been roused at dawn and warned to bed at night by thatsame alarm. I have been marched to my meals, to mystudies, to drill, to parade and to church. I have scarcelytaken a step without some exhortation from that beatensheep-skin, and have often longed to escape its unwelcome The Precious Memories of the Veteran. 371 call. Yet, in spite of all this, continued he, the sword andthe drum recall memories which are dearer to me than life. His speech expresses a truth to which every soldiers heartwill respond. The details of military service may have beenarduous and irksome, but the memory of the same isprecious. The old reveille, that awoke us to the duties ofcamp and field, was oft an obnoxious and provoking sound, ri^ip. SNOWBALL. (THE COLONELS ORDERLY). but to-day it sets us wild to hear its well remembered sick call was the signal for a doleful procession toappear at the head of each company street, but the samelingering accents from the bugle would now provoke ahealthy smile if given here to-day. So when the general, the assembly, or to the color, were beaten in camp aswarning of our departure from some desirable quarters, there 372 Twenty-first Regiment Connecticut Volunteers. was much growling in the ranks, and disgust plainly readableupon each manly brow, but we now recall both the marchand its signal with a smile of satisfaction. It is true of war, that it looks best from a distance, and weget the benefit of this prospective, as we recede farther andfarther from the times when the Blue and the Gray crossed swords on the battle-fields of the South. Those fou
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