The regiment on that May morning in 1864 left their business and farms at great sacrifices financially and otherwise, and went at call of Governor to Camp Dennison as O. N. G’s. and there volunteered for one hundred days as O. V. I. How proud I was of those noble boys, as we marched out that sunny May morning in front of Governor Brough in our blue uniforms, and arms glistening in the sun, keeping step to the music—listened to a short speech from the Governor—then heard the words “All who will volunteer in U. S. service for one hundred days step four paces to the front;” every man in the regiment stepped proudly to the front and was mustered in as 149th O. V. I. Grant in his history gives the author of “Ben Hur” great credit for his work at Monocacy, and Wallace complimented Col. Brown for work of his regiment. Well we had a weary tramp back to Baltimore—those of us who got back. From there we immediately took the train for Washington, and then it was tramp, tramp, tramp, up and down, back and forth, until “Little Phil,” (as he was affectionately called) came up and things began to move. Those were trying times and many a brave and patriotic boy became discouraged—but Gen. Sheridan soon cleaned up things in the “Valley,” although in doing so many brave boys lost their lives, and among the number were quite a good many of the 149th. Some of us remember a little “scrap” with Mosby at Berryville on an early morning (the 13th of Aug., ’64); I have only to look at my left arm to remind me that a rebel bullet went crashing through that arm and paralyzed it for the time, and had to grab rein of bridle with sword hand, but was soon surrounded by “Johnnies” and started for the “sunny” south. I might mention many incidents that would interest some of the boys, had I time and space, but as comrade McCommon is giving a paper on prison life, and was along, will leave that to him, but will add only that I was separated from the “boys” at Lynchburg, and never saw them more, except as they passed “Libby” a few days later. I was in luck to get out about a month later and home about a month after the regiment got back. I had, while in three year service, been shot through left lung, in right shoulder and face, and was discharged in the summer of 1863. The wound received at Berryville was enough to place me in what was called the hospital in Libby, and an order was made to examine inmates of hospital, and all who were considered permanently disabled were ordered paroled; I “fell back” on old wounds, and got out on that order; a very happy man I was, when at Aiken’s landing, I passed from under the rebel flag into our lines and under the “stars and stripes.”