Private Lemmon received deserved promotion.
Years after the war,
General William H. Payne, on whose staff he had served, paid him a sly compliment.
‘
Lemmon,’ he said, ‘I sometimes didn't know whether you were on my staff or I on yours.’
George Lemmon was a true type of a Maryland soldier and gentleman, and was as intelligent as he was brave.
He was destined to die while traveling and aproaching the old
Manassas battlefields.
He died on the fortieth aniversary of the death of my father—which resulted from service in the
Confederate Army—
Colonel George Peters, commanding the old First Rifle Regiment,
Baltimore, many men from which entered the
Confederate service, at the very beginning, assisted by the colonel and myself, lieutenant and paymaster.
Col. George Peters and
Captain George Lemmon lie a short distance apart in Greenmount Cemetery, awaiting the last trumpet call.