. On wheels and how I came there; a real story for real boys and girls, giving the personal experiences and observations of a fifteen-year-old Yankee boy as soldier and prisoner in the American civil war . hom the G. A. R. Post ofSpringfield, 111., is named, was our surgeon, and J. Putledge, one of the pioneer ministers of theIllinois Conference, Methodist Episcopal Church, waschaplain of our regiment at that time. Our regiment belonged to the Second Brigade,Fourth Division, Seventeenth Army Corps, whichwas commanded by the highly esteemed Major-Gen-eral James II. McPherson. On the afte
. On wheels and how I came there; a real story for real boys and girls, giving the personal experiences and observations of a fifteen-year-old Yankee boy as soldier and prisoner in the American civil war . hom the G. A. R. Post ofSpringfield, 111., is named, was our surgeon, and J. Putledge, one of the pioneer ministers of theIllinois Conference, Methodist Episcopal Church, waschaplain of our regiment at that time. Our regiment belonged to the Second Brigade,Fourth Division, Seventeenth Army Corps, whichwas commanded by the highly esteemed Major-Gen-eral James II. McPherson. On the afternoon of this first day, after reaching ourregiment, we recruits drew our much-coveted Enfieldrifles and accouterments, and we were at once put athard drilling under a competent drillmaster. CorporalJohn Platner, a medium-sized, swarthy-complexioned,heavy-muscled young man, with the agility of a , when touched off with a spark of im-patient, nervous energy occasioned by some recruitsawkward motions, this officer would call the squadsattention, and while we stood at parade rest wouldtreat us to an exhibition of Hardees Tactics with hisscrupulously clean and highly polished rifle, wdiich. Armed and a War-time Photograph. CAMP LIFK 55 for skillful maneuvering was simply astonishing ; andat sncli times Lis rapid movements were performedwith the admirable precision of machinery. During these diills we also had some target prac-tice, so that we might become familiar witli our guns,and we soon learned how even a good-looking armyritle could kick. At tliis time our ammunition wasbuck and ball—a round ounce ball in a paper cartridgewith tliree large buckshot secured to it. Tliis madea heavy charge, and, if one did not ling his gun tightlyto his shoulder when firing, the piece was liable toalmost knock him down. Having to bite off the endof these tough paper cartridges before loading fullydemonstrated to us the wisdom of the old examiningsurgeons rigid refu
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