Age: 19, credited to Hartford, VT
Unit(s): 9th NH INF
Service: enl 7/25/62, Plainfield, NH, m/i, CPL, Co. E, 9th NH INF, 8/8/62, wdd, Spotsylvania, 5/12/64, pow, Spotsylvania, 5/12/64, prld, d/wds 8/20/64, Annapolis, MD
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Birth: 1843, Plainfield, NH
Burial: Hilltop Cemetery, Quechee, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Brian Smith
Findagrave Memorial #: 110356254
Alias?: None noted
Portrait?: David Morin Collection
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
(If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war)
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Hilltop Cemetery, Quechee, VT
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Corporal, of Company E, was wounded in the head, the ball lodging just under the skin near the temple. He was taken prisoner at Spottsylvania, and was carried to Belle Isle near Richmond, where he remained, with his wound undressed and the ball unremoved, until August, 1864, when he was exchanged and taken to Annapolis, Md.
From lack of attention to his wound, and starvation rations, he became very much emaciated, and reached the hospital there more dead than alive. His father came on to see him and take him home. At sight of him Bragg rallied, and seemed much better. The father's business demanded his immediate attention, and leaving his son to gain strength for the journey he returned home. Corporal Bragg did not live to reach the home and friends he so dearly loved, for that very night a reaction set in and he died.
His case is illustrative of thousands of others. Corporal Bragg was pursuing his studies at Kimball Union Academy, Meriden, N. H., when he enlisted. He was a most sturdy and faithful young man and Christian. He was always cheerful and ready in his duty, and patient under the great burdens of service and suffering. In his diary, which he kept while at Belle Isle, he daily described his rations-a small piece of corn-bread, an inch or two square, a morsel of meat or a trifle of soup, which only served to prolong his suffering and starvation; yet he often closed the day's record with these words, "How thankful I ought to be to God for all his goodness to me."
Contributed by David Morin.