Walking home from Richmond

My great-great-grandfather was Anthony Hohn, who came from Germany when he was seven years old. Enlisting in the Confederate army, he left his wife and two children to go to war. He was in many battles, but near the end of the war he reportedly shot someone and apparently didn’t kill him. He was devastated and carried water to him all night until he finally died. He was himself “gut shot” and had to hold his intestines in before being transferred to the Hospital in Richmond, where he served the last year working as a nurse. He deserted in the spring along with many others (1865) and walked home from Danville, Va. to Seagrove, N.C., where he found that his wife was long gone. He remarried and raised the two boys, and is buried in the Asheboro cemetery.