g-uarr-d

Updated: May 22, 2025

Late at night, when everybody would be lying down, and out of the way of shots, a window in the third story would open, a broomstick, with a piece nailed across to represent arms, and clothed with a cap and blouse, would be protruded, and a voice coming from a man carefully protected by the wall, would inquire: "S-a-y, g-uarr-d, what time is it?"

John McElroy - Andersonville : A Story of Rebel Military Prisons

Late at night, when everybody would be lying down, and out of the way of shots, a window in the third story would open, a broomstick, with a piece nailed across to represent arms, and clothed with a cap and blouse, would be protruded, and a voice coming from a man carefully protected by the wall, would inquire: "S-a-y, g-uarr-d, what time is it?"

John McElroy - Andersonville — Volume 1 : A Story of Rebel Military Prisons