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- Feb 5, 2017
From the Personal Memoirs of John H. Brinton, Major and Surgeon U.S.V., 1861-1865
I have spoken of the odd character of many of the western doctors, who were now regimental surgeons. One of these, a Doctor, or let me say, Surgeon Henry Winter Davis (I think of the 18th Illinois Infantry), was a most impulsive, efficient, outspoken man. On the last day's fight (at Fort Donelson), I found him with a gun in his hand, firing away with great spirit. I rode up to him, and said, "Doctor, this is hardly the work for you to be doing, you ought to confine yourself to strictly professional work." He was kneeling on the ground at the time. He stopped his shooting, looked up at me with a queer expression, and said, "I'm all right, Doctor, I have done all the surgery of this Regiment, and have fired forty-five shots, by G-d." Then he added, "I am glad to see you here. I am glad you're not a feather-bed doctor,". And he went on with his belligerent pastime.
I have spoken of the odd character of many of the western doctors, who were now regimental surgeons. One of these, a Doctor, or let me say, Surgeon Henry Winter Davis (I think of the 18th Illinois Infantry), was a most impulsive, efficient, outspoken man. On the last day's fight (at Fort Donelson), I found him with a gun in his hand, firing away with great spirit. I rode up to him, and said, "Doctor, this is hardly the work for you to be doing, you ought to confine yourself to strictly professional work." He was kneeling on the ground at the time. He stopped his shooting, looked up at me with a queer expression, and said, "I'm all right, Doctor, I have done all the surgery of this Regiment, and have fired forty-five shots, by G-d." Then he added, "I am glad to see you here. I am glad you're not a feather-bed doctor,". And he went on with his belligerent pastime.