"Why, what in thunder is this?" the colonel asked, turning to twelve-year-old Johnny Catlin.
"That is our drummer boy, and he is a daisy," the captain replied.
The colonel didn't agree. "This is no kindergarten. We ain't running a nursery."
Turning to Johny, he told the boy to go home. "The war is no place for chickens that bain't got their pinfeathers!"
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