American Civil War Soldiers
about Dietrich Damman
Name: Dietrich Damman
Residence: New Holstein, Wisconsin
Enlistment Date: 7 Oct 1861
Side Served: Union
State Served: Wisconsin
Service Record: Enlisted as a Private on 7 October 1861.
Enlisted in Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 7 Oct 1861.
Died from wounds Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 27 May 1864 at Princeton, AR.
'Tis not the time for dalliance soft
In gentle ladies' bowers,
When Treason flaunts her flag aloft,
And dares to tread on ours.
Again the swords our fathers wore
Must in their scabbards rattle,
And we will sing the songs of yore,
When marching forth to battle.
From every vine-clad mountain-side,
From every dimpled valley,
Our bugles, ringing far and wide,
Invite the brave to rally.
And far to East, and far to West,
Our iron line advances,
While Freedom's flag, by freemen blessed,
In glory o'er us dances.
But when the birds of morning sing,
And all the wars are over,
Our laurels at your feet we'll fling,
And then we'll play the lover.
We all will say 'tis time to wed,
As gayly drums shall rattle,
Before our conquering column's head,
When marching home from battle.
about Dietrich Damman
Name: Dietrich Damman
Residence: New Holstein, Wisconsin
Enlistment Date: 7 Oct 1861
Side Served: Union
State Served: Wisconsin
Service Record: Enlisted as a Private on 7 October 1861.
Enlisted in Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 7 Oct 1861.
Died from wounds Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 27 May 1864 at Princeton, AR.
'Tis not the time for dalliance soft
In gentle ladies' bowers,
When Treason flaunts her flag aloft,
And dares to tread on ours.
Again the swords our fathers wore
Must in their scabbards rattle,
And we will sing the songs of yore,
When marching forth to battle.
From every vine-clad mountain-side,
From every dimpled valley,
Our bugles, ringing far and wide,
Invite the brave to rally.
And far to East, and far to West,
Our iron line advances,
While Freedom's flag, by freemen blessed,
In glory o'er us dances.
But when the birds of morning sing,
And all the wars are over,
Our laurels at your feet we'll fling,
And then we'll play the lover.
We all will say 'tis time to wed,
As gayly drums shall rattle,
Before our conquering column's head,
When marching home from battle.
American Civil War Soldiers
about Dietrich Damman
Name: Dietrich Damman
Residence: New Holstein, Wisconsin
Enlistment Date: 7 Oct 1861
Side Served: Union
State Served: Wisconsin
Service Record: Enlisted as a Private on 7 October 1861.
Enlisted in Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 7 Oct 1861.
Died from wounds Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 27 May 1864 at Princeton, AR.
'Tis not the time for dalliance soft
In gentle ladies' bowers,
When Treason flaunts her flag aloft,
And dares to tread on ours.
Again the swords our fathers wore
Must in their scabbards rattle,
And we will sing the songs of yore,
When marching forth to battle.
From every vine-clad mountain-side,
From every dimpled valley,
Our bugles, ringing far and wide,
Invite the brave to rally.
And far to East, and far to West,
Our iron line advances,
While Freedom's flag, by freemen blessed,
In glory o'er us dances.
But when the birds of morning sing,
And all the wars are over,
Our laurels at your feet we'll fling,
And then we'll play the lover.
We all will say 'tis time to wed,
As gayly drums shall rattle,
Before our conquering column's head,
When marching home from battle.
about Dietrich Damman
Name: Dietrich Damman
Residence: New Holstein, Wisconsin
Enlistment Date: 7 Oct 1861
Side Served: Union
State Served: Wisconsin
Service Record: Enlisted as a Private on 7 October 1861.
Enlisted in Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 7 Oct 1861.
Died from wounds Company K, 9th Infantry Regiment Wisconsin on 27 May 1864 at Princeton, AR.
'Tis not the time for dalliance soft
In gentle ladies' bowers,
When Treason flaunts her flag aloft,
And dares to tread on ours.
Again the swords our fathers wore
Must in their scabbards rattle,
And we will sing the songs of yore,
When marching forth to battle.
From every vine-clad mountain-side,
From every dimpled valley,
Our bugles, ringing far and wide,
Invite the brave to rally.
And far to East, and far to West,
Our iron line advances,
While Freedom's flag, by freemen blessed,
In glory o'er us dances.
But when the birds of morning sing,
And all the wars are over,
Our laurels at your feet we'll fling,
And then we'll play the lover.
We all will say 'tis time to wed,
As gayly drums shall rattle,
Before our conquering column's head,
When marching home from battle.
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