The Drummer Boy Hero

HOW A 14-YEAR-OLD EARNED THE MEDAL OF HONOR  

There I was the day before Memorial Day, walking through Springfield National Cemetery in southwest Missouri, paying my respects the Civil War dead. It’s one of the few national cemeteries where men from both sides rest.

One marker caught my eye. Its inscription said, “Orion P. Howe, Medal of Honor.”

A Medal of Honor recipient in an obscure Ozarks cemetery? This merited investigation. And what I learned astonished me.

Meet the Drummer Boy Hero.

Drummer boys were iconic figures in the 19th Century military. While most regiments had one, they were giving way to buglers when the Civil War arrived. Technically, they were supposed to be at least 18. But enlistment officers often found loopholes or turned a blind eye to their much younger ages.

Theirs was a hard life. They had to endure the same long marches that exhausted grown men. During battle, they removed the wounded from the field and later buried the dead.

There were also several who, when duty called, rose to the occasion.

Which brings us to Orion Perseus Howe.

Only 12 years-old when the war began, he marched off with the 55th Illinois Infantry, where his older brother was also a drummer and their father (who’d been a drummer boy himself in the Mexican-American War) was the regiment’s band leader.

The boy accompanied the 55th as it advanced into Dixie. By spring 1863 he was among the tens of thousands of soldiers General Ulysses S. Grant had amassed outside heavily fortified Vicksburg, Mississippi, whose powerful guns commanded the Mississippi River.

On May 19, Grant ordered a major assault on Vicksburg’s defenses. As the 55th departed camp, Orion promised his father he’d stay behind. As soon as his dad was out of sight, Orion rushed after his unit. He was 14 now and wanted to be where the action was.

At the height of the assault the 55th’s ammunition was running low. Orion was one of several soldiers who volunteered to make the dangerous run to the rear under withering enemy fire to send word for more. One witness said, “He ran through what seemed a hailstorm of canister and musket-balls, each throwing up its little puff of dust when it struck the dry hillside. Suddenly he dropped and hearts sank, but he had only tripped. Often he stumbled, sometimes he fell prostrate, but was quickly up again and he finally disappeared from us, limping over the summit…”

Then he realized there’d been a terrible mistake. The colonel had requested .54 caliber ammunition. Orion knew the regiment’s guns were .58 caliber. Fresh .54 cartridges would be useless.

Just then, a Confederate bullet ripped open his thigh. Orion fell bleeding under the pitiless Mississippi sun. He had seen the other messengers go down (all were killed); as the only one left, he knew his comrades’ lives depended on him. When stretcher bearers eventually reached him, he refused to be taken to a hospital until he delivered his vital message to General William Sherman, who was so impressed with Orion’s heroism he mentioned it in his official report to Washington.

Orion rejoined the 55th that December. He fought in 14 more battles before mustering out in December 1864 – a combat veteran at age 15!

By then word of his valor had reached President Lincoln, who appointed him to the U. S. Naval Academy (he was too young to attend West Point). Something happened during his time at Annapolis and, although the exact reason is murky, he didn’t graduate.

He attended dental school instead, going into practice first in Nebraska and then in Springfield, Missouri. On April 23, 1896, the good doctor was awarded the Medal of Honor. (Twenty years later, the army took back many of those medals; click here to learn why.)

Orion died quietly in 1930. He had just turned 81.

He rests today just as he did 150 years earlier, among his fellow Union veterans in a sleepy corner of the cemetery. His tombstone is like theirs, except for three simple words: Medal of Honor.

Although it’s our nation’s highest distinction, those words don’t do justice to the extraordinary bravery displayed by someone who was still too young to shave.

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