Henry H. Dudley enlisted Feb. 26, 1862 at Crawford, Ala. as a PVT. Served first in Co. A , 20th BN., Alabama Light Artillery. He was captured at Vicksburg, MS July 4, 1863 and was paroled from there July 9, 1863.
He was a CPL. in Co. B, 20th BN. by September 1864.
Discharged at Columbus, GA on May 1, 1865, per Alabama Archives.
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A CSA Veteran Tribute:
THE GALLANT GRAY.
BY MILLARD CROWDUS, NASHVILLE, TENN.
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles sang: "Come, life is gay!"
Brave hearts beat high, cheers soared to sky,
Brave lips stilled sobs: "Good-by, good-by!"
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles laughed: "Come, Youth, and play!"
In tattered gray they met the fray,
The frantic bugles shrilled: "This way!"
Through hell's red glare, on, on, and there—
Defeat, at last, but not despair.
Poor shattered gray, Fate ruled that day,
The bugles sobbed: "Come, come, away!"
In hallowed gray they sleep to-day;
The bugles hushed and silent lay.
The south wind sighs, where battle cries,
Long echoed—blue and fair the skies.
In hallowed gray they sleep today,
Sweet rest be theirs, the gallant gray!
Henry H. Dudley enlisted Feb. 26, 1862 at Crawford, Ala. as a PVT. Served first in Co. A , 20th BN., Alabama Light Artillery. He was captured at Vicksburg, MS July 4, 1863 and was paroled from there July 9, 1863.
He was a CPL. in Co. B, 20th BN. by September 1864.
Discharged at Columbus, GA on May 1, 1865, per Alabama Archives.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A CSA Veteran Tribute:
THE GALLANT GRAY.
BY MILLARD CROWDUS, NASHVILLE, TENN.
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles sang: "Come, life is gay!"
Brave hearts beat high, cheers soared to sky,
Brave lips stilled sobs: "Good-by, good-by!"
In homespun gray they marched away,
The bugles laughed: "Come, Youth, and play!"
In tattered gray they met the fray,
The frantic bugles shrilled: "This way!"
Through hell's red glare, on, on, and there—
Defeat, at last, but not despair.
Poor shattered gray, Fate ruled that day,
The bugles sobbed: "Come, come, away!"
In hallowed gray they sleep to-day;
The bugles hushed and silent lay.
The south wind sighs, where battle cries,
Long echoed—blue and fair the skies.
In hallowed gray they sleep today,
Sweet rest be theirs, the gallant gray!
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