I'm attempting to read all of Pvt. Charles Wills' (8th IL) letters in his book, Army Life of an Illinois Soldier and last night, came across this entertaining tidbit about the fighting around New Madrid, MO in '62:
Ok ... well at least I thought it was funny.
While they were firing the hottest our boys would jump on their little dirt piles in front of the rifle pits and trenches and swing their hats and cheer and drop back into their ditches very rapidly. A shell 18 pounds fell about 20 feet in front of the ditches, and a boy of 12 or 14 years jumped out and grabbed it up while the fuse was still burning. A soldier saw it and hollered at him to drop it and scoot, but he hadn't time to get away, so he dropped it and threw himself flat with his feet toward it and almost then it burst, but harmlessly.
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