Explore "Knowlt Hoheimer" by Edgar Lee Masters on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge.
When I felt the bullet enter my heart / I wished I had stayed at home and gone to jail / For stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary, / Instead of running away and joining the army.
Rather a thousand times the county jail / Than to lie under this marble figure with wings, / And this granite pedestal / Bearing the words, "Pro Patria."
What do they mean, anyway?