The Untold Story of Frederick Michaelis

Getting The Boats

"Michaelis! Have you not been listenin?" Glover snapped at me. He was going over what we were to be doing.

"Sorry, Sir," I immediately responded to his question while straightening up and going into attention.

Glover shook his head at me, irritation eminent in his actions. Glaring at me he spoke to everyone, "I need all of you to pay attention to what is going on; I do not want any mess ups or confusion. We are marching a couple of miles North to go secure boats for the army to cross the river. We leave in two minutes, now get ready to go." He waved us off to tell the others.

As we stood gathered, I could hear the other men complaining about the long march ahead of us. They all said the same things. Everyone was cold, miserable, injured, and in some sort of pain. We all just wanted our enlistment papers to expire so that we could go home from this war alive. As the men were starting to get restless from standing, Glover showed up on his horse and commanded us onward.