Isn't it amazing, Mr. Ferniz, that these soldiers had the bravery to march in file in condensed lines to face each the field, to load rifles, and fire. Knowing that in each battle, there is a high chance for one to get shot or killed but musket fire?
And in those days, there were no such thing as antibiotics, lest blood transfusion, or anesthetics. So if a soldier was shot in the femur, he would be amputated, with no anesthesia, no comfort aside from whiskey to dull the pain, and a piece of wood to bite on, while the surgeon sawed his foot/ leg off.
Most of the time, soldiers died of infection from battle injuries than in the battle itself.
I have a friend, a fellow history student back in Allegheny, Rob Ayhers, who graduated 3 years before I did. (class of 2005). His great great great great great grandfather served in the continental American Army. He is burried in their family farm's funeral plot.
I cannot begin to imagine being in a line of men, standing, receiving fire and wait to be commanded to fire back. Knowing and seeing friends and comrades in arms dying around me.
I honor those soldiers that died with such bravery and distinction.
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