A Brotherhood of Khaki and Blue
With the nation breathlessly watching as the U.S. Army fought the largest single battle in its history in the closing days of World War I, a 76-year-old Civil War veteran named John C. Newnam from Angola, Indiana penned an impassioned letter addressed to the young men “who are fighting for me in the biggest war that was ever fought in this world.”
“In the war of
1861, I was 18 years old, just growing up in the bloom of life. I was anxious
to go to war. I felt it my duty to go. I felt as though I wasn’t excused more than
any other young man to face gun powder, shot, and shell. I weighed 118 pounds,
was well-muscled, and well-nerved up at that time, but best of all I had in me
a heart that said this country must be saved if it costs my flesh and blood,” he
wrote.
Newnam
enlisted in Co. H of the 44th Indiana Volunteers, a regiment later
given the sobriquet of the “Iron 44th.” Newnam served his three year
enlistment, seeing action in numerous battles throughout the western theater
including Fort Donelson, Shiloh, Stones River, and Chickamauga. “Some Reb shot
out ten teeth for me at the Battle of Chickamauga and shot me across the breast
at the same time,” he recalled. “It so knocked the feeling out of my face that
I was numb for a year.”
“I know, too,
that war is hell,” he continued. “I feel it my duty to stand by you till this
war is over as we are comrades together. I feel sure you will fight just as
good as our old coffee coolers did from ’61 to ’65 for this reason: we fought
for equal rights and freedom, we fought for honor and justice in every sense of
the word and so are you fighting for these things. I feel proud and always will
that I was a Union soldier and you will feel proud of your having served the
country.”
“I believe we
are going to whip the Germans just as sure as hell,” Newnam continued. “I am
only 76 years old and if Uncle Sam wants me to come down there and fight by
your side, let me know and I’ll be there. Whenever I see a soldier who is
willing to put his life at stake for his country’s cause, I am acquainted with
him for he is my brother. I would love to take him by the hand and shake a
welcome with my old hand.”
John Newnam
would pass away about two years later, proud to have lived long enough to see the boys in khaki marching
through the streets of Angola victorious over the Germans.
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