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Hodge, Lyman Ferdinand

MILITARY SERVICE

Age: 37, credited to Johnson, VT
Unit(s): 3rd VT INF
Service: enl 7/9/61, m/i 7/16/61, Pvt, Co. H, 3rd VT INF, dis/dsb 10/25/62

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VITALS

Birth: 06/04/1824, Hardwick, VT
Death: 10/17/1903

Burial: Franklin Cemetery, Franklin, NH
Marker/Plot: No_Marker; G13
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Heidi McColgan
Findagrave Memorial #: 131358051

MORE INFORMATION

Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, 2/19/1882, NH
Portrait?: Unknown
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: ME
(If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war)

Remarks: No marker for Lyman, although cemetery confirms burial in this plot with his wife - Brother of Freeman O. Hodge; widower, died in Chelsea, MA two months after discharge from Togus, ME veterans home (his NOK while at home was Addie Luther (daughter?)

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BURIAL:

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Franklin Cemetery, Franklin, NH

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Lyman F. Hodge

LAMOILLE NEWSDEALER: JUNE 25, 1863

RATHER FLATTERING --- In the number of our paper for the 26th of February last, we published " A True Incident of the War", written by a lady in this county, the main actor being L.H. Hodge of Johnson. The letter was copied by the Caledonian, and perhaps by some other of the State papers. Yet we noticed it in no other. It has since appeared in other papers, and last week we noticed it in the Springfield Republican, credited to the Sunday morning Chronicle, and also in Morris & Wills' Home Journal, without credit of any kind, as was also the case with the Caledonian. The popularity of the article is certainly very flattering to the writer, but we can't say that we admire the gentlemanly qualities of the editor who will neglect to give credit for such manner.

LAMOILLE NEWSDEALER: FEBRUARY 26, 1863

Written For The Newsdealer
A TRUE INCIDENT OF THE WAR

I was conversing, not long since, with a returned Volunteer. " I was in the hospital as nurse, for a long time", said he, and assisted in taking off limbs, and dressing all sorts of wounds; but the hardest thing I ever did was to take my thumb off from a mans leg."

"It was a young man who had a severe wound in the thigh. The ball passed completely through and amputation was necessary. The limb was cut off close up to the body, and arteries taken up, and he was doing well. Subsequently one of the small arteries sloughed off. An in incision was made and it was again taken up. It was well it was not the main artery said the surgeon that performed the operation; he might have bled to death before we could have taken it up., but Charlie got on finely & was a favorite with us all.

I was passing through the wards one night about midnight when suddenly as I was passing Charlie's bed he spoke to me. "H--- my leg is bleeding again." I through back the clothes & the blood spirited in the air. The main artery was sloughed off!

Fortunately I knew just what to do & in an instant I had pressed my thumb on the place to stop the bleeding. It was close to the body that there was barely room for my thumb, but I succeeded in keeping it there and rousing one of the convalescents, sent him for the surgeon, who came in on a run. "I am so thankful, H---' ( said he as he saw me) 'that you were up and knew what to do for he must have bled to death before I could have got here."

But on examination of the case he looked exceedingly serious & sent out for other surgeons. All came who were within reach and consultation was held over the poor fellow. One conclusion was reached by all. There was no place to work save the spot where my thumb was pressed; they could not work under my thumb & if I removed it he would bleed to death before the artery was taken up. There was no way to save his life.

"Poor Charlie! He was very calm when they told him, and requested that his brother, who was in the same hospital, might be called up. He came, and sat down by the bedside, and for three hours I stood, and by the pressure of my thumb kept up the life in Charlie while the brothers had their last conversation on earth. It was a strange place for me to be in, to feel that I held the life of a fellow mortal in my hands as it were, and stranger yet, to feel that an act of mine, must cause the life to depart. Loving the poor fellow as I did, it was a hard thought, but there was no alternative.

"His last words were spoken. Charlie had arranged all his business affairs and sent tender messages to absent ones who little dreamed how near their loved one stood to the grave. The tears filled my eyes more than once, as I listened to those parting words. All were said and he turned to me, " H---, I guess you had better take off your thumb." "Oh Charlie, how can I?" I said. "But it must be, you know," he replied cheerfully --- I thank you very much for your kindness and now, good bye".

He turned away his head. I raised my thumb. Once more the crimson life-current gushed forth. In three minutes poor Charlie was dead."

Johnson Vt.

Submitted By: Deanna French