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    Hallo!

    Translated from the original German, from the faded and yellow pages of the diary of Curt-Heinrich Schmidt, 1863:

    I was one of the lads who fought to preserve the Union. How crazy that was. I fought, and I fought, and I fought, but they made me go anyway.

    When I registered, I went up to the desk where a soldier was sitting. He was my neighbor from the next farm down. He said, “What’s your name? I said “You know my name.” “What’s your name?” he yelled. I told him “Curt-Heinrich Schmidt.” He said, “Are you a foreigner? Are you an alien?” I said, “No, I ‘m healthy and I feel fine.” He asked, “Where were you born?” ‘I said, “Johnstown, Pennsylvania.” He said, “When did you see the light of day?” I said, “When we moved to Cleveland.” He asked, “How old are you?” “I told him, “Twenty-four, the first of December.” He said, “The first of December you will be in Tennessee and that will be the last of November.”

    A Veterinarian then examined me. He asked “Did you ever have the measles, small pox, typhus, cholera, or the fits?” I said “No, only when I stayed in the saloon too long.” He said, “Can you see alright?” “I said, “Yes, but I will be cockeyed tonight if I pass this exam.” He asked me, “How many teeths did I have?” I said, “None, I wasn’t a cow.” The veterinarian said “I have examined 10,000 men and you are the most perfect physical wreck I had ever seen.” Then he said I was in the Army.

    I then went to camp. I went to the first table and a sergeant said “Look what the wind’s blown in.” I said, “Nothing, the draft is doing it.”

    On the second morning, they put clothes on me. What an outfit! As soon as you are in it, you can’t fight anybody. They were so tight I could not sit down. My shoes were so big I turned around in them three times and they did not move. And what a greatcoat they gave me. It strained the rain. I passed an officer of some kind all dressed up in a fine coat with fancy belt and sword. He called out after me, “Soldier! Didn’t you notice my uniform?” I said, “What are you fussing about? Look what they gave me!”

    I landed in camp with six dollars. In ten minutes I was broke. I never saw so many 3’s and 12’s on a pair of dice. No matter what I did, I went broke. Something went wrong even with cards. One time I got five aces, but was afraid to bet. It was a good then I didn’t. The lad next to me had six kings.

    I saw a lad with a wooden leg, and asked what he was still doing in the Army. He said “Mashing potatoes.”

    Oh it was nice, minus five below zero one morning when they called us out for drawers inspection. You talk about scenery. The Lieutenant lined us up and told me to stand up. I said, “I am up.” He got so made he set me to digging a sink. A little while later he passed by, and yelled “Don’t throw that dirt up here!” I said, “Where am I supposed to put it?” He said, “Dig another hole and put it in there.”

    By that time I was pretty mad, so another lad named Jones and I drank a bottle of whiskey. Finally, Jones acted so odd that I ran to the surgeon and told him we had drunk a bottle of whiskey. He asked me if Jones was seeing pink elephants. I said, “No, that’s the trouble, they’re there and he don’t see them!”.

    Three days later I took the train to Tennessee. Marching down to the rail platform, I had more hard luck. I had a 1st Sergeant who stuttered, and it took him so long to say “Halt” that 27 of us marched off the end of the platform. The other lads pulled us up. Then our Captain came along and said “Count off!” I said, “I have been off.”

    I was one the train for three days, sea sick for three days. Nothing went down and everything coming up. I leaned out the train car window all of the time. In the middle of one of my best leans, a Captain came up and said, “What company are you in?” I said, “None, I’m all by myself.” He asked me if the Brigadier had come up yet? I said, “No, everything else is up, but I’ve not seen the Brigadier.”

    We arrived in Tennessee. We were immediately sent to the trenches. After three nights in the cold trenches, the cannons started to roar. I was shaking with Patriotism. I tried to hide behind a tree, but there weren’t enough trees for the officers.

    The Captain came around and said, “Five o’clock we go forward.” I said, “Captain, I would like to go where it is warm.” He told me were to go.
    Five o’clock we went. Six thousand Confederates came at us. The way they looked at me you’d think I started the war. Our Captain yelled, “Fire at will!” but I didn’t know any of their names. I guess the lad behind me thought I was Will. He fired his gun and shot me in… the excitement. On the way to the hospital, I asked the fellow where they were taking me. He said, “To the cemetery.” I said there’s a mistake, I’m not dead. He said, “Lay down. Do you want to make a fool out of the Surgeon?”


    With an apology to “We Made the World Safe.”

    Curt
    Curt Schmidt
    In gleichem Schritt und Tritt, Curt Schmidt

    -Hard and sharp as flint...secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
    -Haplogroup R1b M343 (Subclade R1b1a2 M269)
    -Pointless Folksy Wisdom Mess, Oblio Lodge #1
    -Vastly Ignorant
    -Often incorrect, technically, historically, factually.

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    Re: Translated diary, 1863...

    Curt,

    Wonderful!

    "A Veterinarian then examined me. He asked “Did you ever have the measles, small pox, typhus, cholera, or the fits?” I said “No, only when I stayed in the saloon too long.” He said, “Can you see alright?” “I said, “Yes, but I will be cockeyed tonight if I pass this exam.” He asked me, “How many teeths did I have?” I said, “None, I wasn’t a cow.” The veterinarian said “I have examined 10,000 men and you are the most perfect physical wreck I had ever seen.” Then he said I was in the Army."
    This is a great diary. I also like the line about "shaking with patriotism"

    -Sam Dolan
    1st Texas Inf
    Samuel K. Dolan
    1st Texas Infantry
    SUVCW

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    • #3
      Re: Translated diary, 1863...

      Originally posted by Curt-Heinrich Schmidt View Post
      With an apology to “We Made the World Safe.”
      And where is the apology to us, the readers? :p
      Joe Smotherman

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      • #4
        Re: Translated diary, 1863...

        At last the resource I have been waiting on to base my entire impression. Mr Schmidt could you please share more so I can base my kit off of his please, please, please. Do you have any poloroids of him to share? Any help in this regard would be so under appriciated.
        Yos,
        Chris Fisher
        [COLOR="Blue"][I]GGGS Pvt Lewis Davenport
        1st NY Mounted Rifles
        Enlisted Jan 1864 Discharged Nov 1865[/I][/COLOR]
        [I][COLOR="SeaGreen"]Member Co[COLOR="DarkGreen"][/COLOR]mpany of Military Historians[/COLOR][/I]

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        • #5
          Re: Translated diary, 1863...

          Hallo!

          :)

          Seriously...

          Having spent time living and visiting foreign countries, I was/am surprised at what passes for humor. And, often times, "something was lost in the translation."
          (Although my wife in Germany heads the list when instead of asking for a small glass, using the wrong word, she asked for a prostitute. The other was when she was talking about Huns attacking the local castle and used the word for chickens.)

          Humor is subjective.

          Back in 1986, I had a copy of a Civil War tract that had two Period jokes on the back:

          Q: What is the last part of a pig to go over a fence?
          A: The letter "K."

          and

          1st Man: My dog got its nose bitten off.
          2nd Man: How did he smell?
          1st Man: Awful!

          As part of the "MMM" triad, trying to get into the mind of the Civil War soldier can be intriguing.
          While we can "get" a crack like "Make way for Sheridan!," one like "Mister, here's your mule!" or "You! I see you under that hat. Your legs are sticking out!" are more subtle.

          At any rate, thanks for letting me play with "old time" humor (whether funny or not to us).

          Curt
          Good Humor Man Mess
          Curt Schmidt
          In gleichem Schritt und Tritt, Curt Schmidt

          -Hard and sharp as flint...secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
          -Haplogroup R1b M343 (Subclade R1b1a2 M269)
          -Pointless Folksy Wisdom Mess, Oblio Lodge #1
          -Vastly Ignorant
          -Often incorrect, technically, historically, factually.

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          • #6
            Re: Translated diary, 1863...

            I kept hearing the riff from a snare drum after finishing every paragraph and Rodney Dangerfield's voice doing the narrative. Each paragraph could have been started with, "I tell you. I get no respect."
            Silas Tackitt,
            one of the moderators.

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            • #7
              Re: Translated diary, 1863...

              Originally posted by Curt-Heinrich Schmidt View Post

              1st Man: My dog got its nose bitten off.
              2nd Man: How did he smell?
              1st Man: Awful!
              Of course,as we know from the great British WWII documentery,The Flying Circus,this was the Allies great secret weapon during the war.

              "The Good Humor Man can be pushed to Far" Mess.
              Cullen Smith
              South Union Guard

              "Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and furthermore always carry a small snake"~W.C. Fields

              "When I drink whiskey, I drink whiskey; and when I drink water, I drink water."~Michaleen Flynn [I]The Quiet Man[/I]

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              • #8
                Re: Translated diary, 1863...

                Thank you. That would make a great stand-up comedy at camp. All you've need is a tree stump.
                GaryYee o' the Land o' Rice a Roni & Cable Cars
                High Private in The Company of Military Historians

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                • #9
                  Re: Translated diary, 1863...

                  Hallo!

                  From the mustering of the 105th OVI:

                  "Some raise the right hand and some the left. The officers look around and correct mistakes. Near the middle of the line and intensely red head shows nigh a foot above the line of other heads on either side, and a red-bearded face looks calmly over the head of the officer, whose station is directly in his front.

                  'Steady!' commands the Regular Army officer, running his eye sharply along the wavering, ill-dressed line.

                  'Get down!' he says, as his eye reaches the red head that overtops its neighbors. The red face turns one way and the other in wondering search of what has awakened the officer's displeasure. All the other faces in line turn also.

                  'You man in the Fifth Company there, with the red beard, get down off that stump!'

                  A titter runs along the line. Everyone knows what has happened. A shout goes up from the spectators. Some of the officers laugh. The Colonel steps forward and says something in an undertone to the mustering officer. The officer looks foolish There red-bearded face ducks a few inches nearer the line of heads about it. The face is redder than ever. It was not (6'9") Jerry Whetstone's fault that his comrades only came up to his shoulder. Yet, many thousand times on the march and in the camp - before he marches up the Avenue, in grand review, with his unerring rifle all out of line with the pieces of the little squad which are all that remains of the company - will the great, good-natured giant be exhorted to 'Get off that stump!' And not once will the injunction fail to raise a laugh, no matter how weary those may be who hear it."

                  The Story of a Thousand: Being a history of the Service of the 105th Ohio Volunteer Infantry, in the War for the Union from August 21, 1862 to June 6, 1865. Albion W. Tourgee. Buffalo, NY. S. McGerald & Son. 1896. Pages 1-9.

                  Curt
                  Red & Stumpy Mess
                  Curt Schmidt
                  In gleichem Schritt und Tritt, Curt Schmidt

                  -Hard and sharp as flint...secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
                  -Haplogroup R1b M343 (Subclade R1b1a2 M269)
                  -Pointless Folksy Wisdom Mess, Oblio Lodge #1
                  -Vastly Ignorant
                  -Often incorrect, technically, historically, factually.

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                  • #10
                    Re: Translated diary, 1863...

                    Of course you can't help but get Tourgee's remarks about the 105th. Of course, you can hear that officer in almost any time period.
                    Pat Brown

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                    • #11
                      Re: Translated diary, 1863...

                      Tourgee being particularly sensitive to height jokes, especially, that short little something-something.
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                      "Battles belong to finite moments in history, to the societies which raise the armies which fight them, to the economies and technologies which those societies sustain. Battle is a historical subject, whose nature and trend of development can only be understood down a long historical perspective.”
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