FROZEN OUT OF
THE CIVIL WAR
They kept me away, under lock and key.
I never even made it to Andersonville. Only
thirteen, but so what - others just as young
had died and fought, and that's all I wanted.
True, I had my own cause, but I told no one.
It didn't seem they'd ever care : horses and
dogs and cannons. Those were the things I
was good at. But no one wanted me on either
side. I thought too bad of that, yet fought
no matter, and went ahead and died. Now
they've got me in this unmarked grave, a
Carolina boy, etched as 'Unknown' and
found on the ground, dead and alone.
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