After a Shiloh surgery, one of the boys developed a strange Tennessee appetite. The comrade had taken a mini in the area of his liver, but the wound was through and through so the Doc cleaned the hole thoroughly and sewed him up. However, after a few days of recovery, the young trooper complained of increasing pain.
The Doc examined him carefully and prepared him for emergency surgery. No sooner had he opened the boy up, he determined that the liver had been damaged and removed it immediately.
The learned medical professional knowing that the lad would soon die without his liver, ran to a nearby field, cut a grazing sheep’s throat, removed its liver and sprinted back to the surgery tent, cleaned it thoroughly, laid it out to dry and then proceeded to implant the new organ in the confederate soldier, sewed him up and sent the patient to the nearest hospital to recover.
Several days passed and the surgeon occasionally checked on the progress of his young patient. Surprisingly, the lad was healing and appeared to be on his way to returning to his unit.
Several weeks later the saw bones was strolling through camp, when he spied the young trooper and inquired to his health. “How are you feeling?” asked the confederate surgeon. The young man replied;
“Fit as a fiddle, Doc, but can’t explain it, I got a strange hankerin for grass.”
Bummer
