My father was a Civil War veteran. He was born in the state of Pennsylvania, and when the Civil War broke out in 1861, he was only 17 years old. He wasn't quite tall enough either, but he was eager to get in the Union Army and do his duty for his country.
With the consent of his father, he could overcome the lack in years, but not the lack of height. The officer that measured the soldiers was a friend of Father's, and because there wasn't sufficient time to measure each boy separate, the officer just stood the men in a line.
Then the officer used a pole five and one-half feet long, which was the required height, then stood the pole on end, and looked over it at the line of men to see that none were too short.
The officer kept Father in one line while he measured other lines, then slipped Father to a line he had already measured. That way he wasn't measured at all.
He was passed to become a bugle boy, but as soldiers were needed so badly, he enlisted as a soldier.
He went all through the Civil War and witnessed Lee's surrender to General Grant at the Appomattox court house, Virginia, April 9, 1865.
The soldiers fired 100 rounds of minute rifles as a salute to Lincoln after he was assassinated.
Smith Center, Kansas
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