The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-12-10
What the wounded Say and Do.
Lieut.. Reeves in Leslie's weekly.

Lieut.. Reeves in LeSlie'S Weekly.
On San Juan ridge. July 2 just
as Chaffee's brigade had reached
the crest, they were ordered 10
lie down and intrench, using the
bayonet as a pick and the hands for
shovels. A dashing young fellow of one
of the companies on the right of the line
was some distance in advance of his fell
lows when the halt was made. Instead OF
falling back on the line with the other
men, he stopped where he was. One of
the officers shouted at him several times to
fall back as he was in danger of his own
men shooting him. but he did not hear.
The officer then walked down to where he
was, grabbed him by leg and started to
drag him back to the line He had but
started when he felt the mans whole body
culver. and he Topped himself over on his
back, saying as he did so, I'm done for"
Some of the men came to the wounded
soldier and assisted the officer to carry him
to a place of security. With a bayonet one
of the men cut off his clothing when a
Mauser hole was seen just above the heart,
where the bullet entered, passing through
his body and coming out between the
shoulders, near the spine. The man said
no more at the time. His wounds were
bound by sympathetic hands All except
the wounded man returned to the firing
line The Spanish fire was heavy, and
soldier dropping out, wounded or killed.
When all was quiet the officer and one of
his soldiers returned to see if the young
man was yet alive They found him sit
ting against a small tree. His first words
were: Bill, give me cigarette" The
man is living to-day.
Just about the time this man was wound
ed a man in the next company on the right
suddeply threw down his bayonet, Jumped
to his feet paused for a second or two
looking IN the direction of the Spanish
trenches, then threw both hands to his
breast saying I'm hit" He turned about
and walked into the dense thickets of cac-
tus and Spanish bayonet, and was never
seen nor heard of again. He undoubtedly
crawled far back into the h ANY tropical
growth and died, where the vultures
claimed him.
One of the coolest men who ever receiv-
ed a wound was an infantryman at San
Fernando, in the Island Of Luzon. on the
18th of June. The insurgents made a de-
termined effort to retake the town early
on the morning of that day They opened
up simultaneously from every quarter
and the kind and variety of missiles used
would be beyond the widest expectations
of that sweet-throated midnight serenader
the thomas-cat Out of an old smooth-bore
cannon they threw railroad spikes. horse
shoes, old clocks, lemon squeezers and cob
bic stones. From their Remingtons thew
shot large cubical and irregular-shaped
lead slugs. One OF these struck this cool
man high in the right groin deeply in,bed
ding itself. The pain must have been ex
cruciating for the man was terribly lac
Grated. He hobbled to his company com
mander, saluted and asked permission 10
fan out and lie down, as he had been M
lie was lying near a road where his COM
rades passed TO and fro during the entire
nsht, Vut no one heard word or a groan
out OF him unless he was spoken to.