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H. L. Gordon (search for this): chapter 166
83. only A private killed.
by H. L. Gordon. “We've had a fight,” a captain said, “Much rebel blood we've spilled; We've put the saucy foe to flight, Our loss — but a private killed!” “Ah!
yes,” said a sergeant on the spot, As he drew a long, deep breath, “Poor fellow, he was badly shot, Then bayoneted to death!” When again was hushed the martial din, And back the foe had fled, They brought the private's body in; I went to see the dead. For I could not think the rebel foe, Though under curse and ban, So vaunting of their chivalry, Could kill a wounded man. A Minie ball had broke his thigh, A frightful, crushing wound, And then with savage bayonets They pinned him to the ground. One stab was through the abdomen, Another through the head; The last was through his pulseless breast, Done after he was dead. His hair was matted with his gore, His hands were clenched with might, As though he still his musket bore So firmly in the fight: He had grasped the foeman's bayonet,