Below are Union American Civil War short stories documented by Corporal Timothy J. Regan in his Civil War diaries. These are stories that he collected from newspapers, the lips of his comrades around the camp-fire and from his personal observation and experience. He collects these stories during his three year enlistment with the Ninth Massachusetts Volunteers and continues to collect them until the end of the war in 1865.
There are Union American Civil War short stories about acts of heroism, acts of bravery, army life and strange incidents that occurred during the war. There are stories about Abraham Lincoln and famous generals. Others are jokes and stories that are very funny and light hearted. Corporal Regan even documents a story about a ghost. These stories make Corporal Regan's diaries a truly unique and one-of-a-kind Civil War history reading experience!
Below you can read some of these Union American Civil War short stories. One of my favorite stories is called, All About A Pass!
ALL ABOUT A PASS.
"You cannot pass here Sir, without a pass," said the faithful sentry. Well, thought we, that is passing strange. So things have passed to a pretty pass, seeing that we have often passed that way when we have had no pass to pass us. Strange that a passenger cannot pass wherever he wants to pass, seeing that beyond all others this is a passably free country, where honest men can pass and repass by whatever passes they wish to pass. Surpassing strange, indeed; or would have been in past days. but passing events have a logic that surpasses all others, and to pass now without a pass is a trespass not to be passed by without punishment. We would have passed by without a pass, forcing a passage as we passed, but he passed his bayonet across the passage, and would have passed it through our body past remedy had we persisted in trying to pass. So we passed on the other way, annoyed beyond expression that a pass was necessary to pass us, and that in fact we could not pass without a pass. Passing and repassing the pass office we at length mustered resolution to pass the threshold past another sentinel, who did not pass a single remark about the surpassing necessity of having a pass if we would pass past him. We then passed through a passage to an inner room, where our name was passed to the proper officer, who passed us a pass that would enable us to pass where we wished to pass, and passing him our thanks we passed out through a crowd that were waiting to pass in as soon as we passed out. As we passed the sentinel, we passed him our pass for a passing inspection, and he past us past the line without any remark about our passing past there without a pass.
Singular War Incident.
Amidst all the horrors of war, many incidents occur amusing in themselves, and which sometimes, under the most trying circumstances, are provocative of mirth, and form subjects for camp-fire stories months afterwards. I have seen my comrades pick blackberries and chase rabbits when a shower of the leaden messengers of death was falling thick and fast around them, and do many other cool and foolish things. But the following, which actually took place at Mine Run, surpasses anything I remember to have ever seen or heard: On one of those biting cold mornings, while the armies of Mead and Lee were staring at each other across the little rivulet known as Mine Run, when moments appeared to be hours and hours days, so near at hand seemed the deadly strife, a solitary sheep leisurely walked along the Run on the rebel side. A rebel vidette fired and killed the sheep, and dropping his gun, advanced to remove his mutton. In an instant he was covered by a rifle in the hands of a Union vidette, who said, "Divide is the word, or your a dead Johnny." This proposition was assented to, and there, between the two skirmish lines, Mr. Rebel skinned the sheep, took one half, and moved back with it to his post, when his challenger, in turn, dropping his gun, crossed the run, got the other half of the sheep, and again resumed the duties of his post, amid the cheers of his comrades, who expected to help him eat it. Of the hundreds of hostile men arrayed against each other on either bank of that stream, not one dared to violate the truce thus made between these two soldiers.
Here's a humorous Union American Civil War short story.
Prisoners of War.
A few days after the battle for the Wilderness, General Griffin met one of our fellows, with the lifeless bodies of a goose and a chicken dangling from his musket, and the following dialogue took place between the General and the Private.
"Where did you steal those, you rascal?"
"I was passing that house yonder, and the goose came out and hissed at the American flag, and I took him prisoner."
"But the hen, sir; how about the hen?"
"Well, General, you see the hen was with the goose, and as I found him in bad company, I took him prisoner also."
The soldier gave the salute, and the General rode off.
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