WILLIAM BLACK Co. B - 55th Illinois
This sure ain't what I thought
Bein' a soldier was gonna be.
Sure I knew there'd be lots a marchin'
But I'd followed the plow for years.
I even knew the food wouldn't be the best,
But ma had died when I was just ten.
Sleepin' in tents wouldn't be too bad
As long as there were blankets to keep me warm.
I knew there'd be shootin' and killin'.
Shootin' and killin' -
That's what a soldier's s'posed to do.
I was prepared for death
To be at my stoop any time.
But I sure didn't think,
Back in Chicago when I joined up,
That I'd ever be told, by my own Colonel,
To kill one of our own men
Simply because he went home
To be with his wife
When she buried their baby boy .
by Frank Crawford