My great-great-grandfather Ruben Seay was born in Spartanburg South Carolina in 1829. He was the grandson of the first (or at least farthest back) Ruben in the Seay family, a Revolutionary War veteran, but that's a story for another day. The second Ruben Seay moved to Alabama, then to Illinois and finally to Missouri, where he joined the Confederate Army. He served in several battles until he was shot in the windpipe in the Battle of Corinth Mississippi. A Union solider noticed that he was breathing, dragged him into the shade of a large tree and gave him brandy to drink. Ruben Seay always credited the solider with saving his life.
It's like a song, right? I've heard the ballad of the Blue Eyed Boston Boy and his comrade the Tall Dark Man, but they were both fighting for the same side. There's gotta be a song about a Yankee and a Reb sharing brandy on the battlefield. If not, I ought to write it.
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