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Civil War
FOURTH REGIMENT INFANTRY
There, in full dress, cool and collected, passing from rank to rank, mid death shots falling thick and fast, as lightnings from the mountain cloud, ' was Woodbury. It is said that there was an unusual sadness in the expression of his face as he went into that battle, as though he had a premonition that his time had come; yet steadily he went forward as to a holiday parade. On the very eve of victory, when animating his men and gallantly cheering them on, a rebel bullet pierced his brain and stilled as brave a heart as ever throbbed. On, my brave boys, on, ' and 'good bye, boys, ' were the last words that passed from his lips.
Michigan in the Civil War
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