When I first met Rob Johnson, I didn’t like him. He had just made corporal and did the sergeant’s bidding, which included robbing me of my deer meat. Ain’t nothing wrong with a man trying to keep from starving. Rob said the Yanks could have heard my shot, but I knew there wasn’t nobody up […]
When I first saw Rob Johnson at Point Lookout Prison, he was badly wounded. The Yankee sergeant would have left the lad to die, but I brought him to the surgeon. You see, Rob has the look of me younger brother who died in an English prison. Rob survived and I’ve been looking out for […]
I’ve been in the military most of my life, and I’m a pretty good judge of men. In late 1861, I was ordered to take over a new squad with the 48th Virginia Infantry in Winchester. I was hard on my men, but I turned them into good soldiers. Two of my recruits were among […]
When I ran the kitchen at the Pavilion Hotel, Rob Johnson delivered fresh vegetables and milk from his family’s farm. His ornery pa usually collected the payment, which I knew went straight to drink. Mrs. Johnson had been a good, God-fearing woman, but after she died the old man drank even more. The older son […]
