Family's stories of The Civil War differ as to role man played among Union solders fighting the Confederate Army.
My great-grandfather, Fleming Waterfield, was a Civil War veteran. For many years his great-grandchildren were told he was too young to serve in the Civil War. He supposedly accompanied the Union soldiers to help with the horses.
As we great-grandchildren grew older, we discovered F.W. was born in 1832, so when the Civil War started he was nearly 30 years old. Later stories leaked out that F.W. and his brother Jack were thrown in a dungeon, taken prisoner, I presume.
Fleming Waterfield had a first cousin in Howard County by the same name who served in the Confederate Army. While searching for scraps of information, it was impossible for any relative to admit F.W. served in the Confederate Army. They were taught to remain silent on Civil War matters. They also told how many North or South sympathizers could be identified even today. The Northerners wore blue dungarees; Southerners wore what I always thought were striped carpenter overalls.
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