In the cold month of January 1864, his regiment was in Lake City, Fla., cold and hungry, when a wild pig ran through their camp. All the men sprang to their feet, and the hunt was on, a bunch of country boys trying to catch supper. I bet it was a sight to see. After the pig was killed, there was a great sadness that fell over the regiment. They realized that there was not enough meat to feed them all, but for a moment that awful war was forgotten, and they had a chance to be country boys again.