I am here, I, a soldier of France, though an American--for which I am grateful--laid four days upon my back by a wound.

And was that wound inflicted by a shell, shrapnel, bomb, lance, saber, bullet or any of the other noble weapons of warfare?
No, sir, it was done by a horse, and not by a kick, either, he jostled me with his knee when he wasn't looking.

Would you call that an honorable wound ?" "All wounds received in the service of one's country or adopted country are honorable, sir." "You give me comfort, Picard.

But spread the story that I was not hit by a horse's knee but by a piece of shell, a very large and wicked piece of shell.

I want it to get into the histories that way.