My apologies for failing to wish Barnard Bee a happy 183rd birthday last Thursday, February 8. It’s really inexcusable since I had already written two bits (here and here) about him and his monument. Mea culpa, General, and I hope you had a grand time on your big day there in your niche.
While searching around for info last week I ran across a drawing and poem that, according to this site, is attributed to young Bee in Mexico.
Here’s the text of the poem, in case you have trouble reading it:
Our Army is a Motley Crew
In dress and armour, duties too,
And each and all I love to see –
But most I love the Infantry.
In tented field, in Ladies bower
Alike they shine – all feel their power.
Though other corps are dear to me
Yet most I prize the Infantry.