Focusing, he stormed the hill, oblivious to the cannons blasting, rifles firing, and men screaming. He thought of his wife, remembering what she said, “Me and Johnny will be waiting for you. We love you.” He never wrote her of his new responsibility and that he volunteered.
Along the ridge, Confederate troops unleashed a barrage of bullets, shredding the bearer. John knew his duty. Without hesitation, he retrieved the colors, raised it high, and charged onward.