Men were injured almost randomly in the artillery duel [at the Battle of Corinth]. Hugh Carlisle of the 81st Ohio lay facedown in the dirt next to a boy named John, who lifted his head and wiped a drop of blood away from the end of his nose.
”John, are you hurt?” Carlisle asked.
”No, I scratched my face when we laid down.”
A lieutenant said, “John, you are hurt, you better go to the rear.”
”No, I’m not hurt. I can stay as long as the rest of you.”
He pushed back his cap, and more blood trickled down his head. He drew a hand across his brow, and a handful of brains came away in his hand.
”I believe I’m hurt after all,” he said. He went to the rear.
Source:
Jenkins, Sally, and John Stauffer. “Corinth.” The State of Jones: The Small Southern County That Seceded from the Confederacy. Anchor Books, 2010. 25. Print.
Further Reading:
A little grittier than your average anecdote.