Here's Ezekial P. Henderson before he became the notorious "One Eyed Zeke Henderson" with his captured confederate 1851 Navy Revolver which would later be behind the murder of dozens.
Fighting for the union during the Civil war at age 19, he was revered as quite a marksman. He was to be added to Berdan's famous 2nd Regiment (an elite sharpshooter regiment during the Civil War) but was rejected after he sustained injuries during battle. (I changed his story around a little). He was grazed by a bullet fragment which cut into the side of his eye. At the hospital, surgeons gauged out his eye to prevent the spread of infection. Zeke was awake and alert when this took place.
"The image still haunts me to this day. The surgeons looked into my eyes with a fiendish blank stare. They held a dirty scalpel to my eye restraining me. I was screaming in terror and agony as the dirty blade scooped from under my eye cutting it out little by little. The nuns looked at me with pity and sorrow but said or did nothing as if watching some terrible sight in which they could not intervene. They branded the bleeding flesh with a scalding hot dull piece of iron. Where my eye once was, is but a terrible scar of black and violet-red. The sensation is gone, and with it, my love for the people I once fought for. I was but 19, eager, happy, and wild. The scar and the memory of that black day: a reminder of the hatred in my mind, heart, and soul" Zeke Henderson July 2nd 1878
Fighting for the union during the Civil war at age 19, he was revered as quite a marksman. He was to be added to Berdan's famous 2nd Regiment (an elite sharpshooter regiment during the Civil War) but was rejected after he sustained injuries during battle. (I changed his story around a little). He was grazed by a bullet fragment which cut into the side of his eye. At the hospital, surgeons gauged out his eye to prevent the spread of infection. Zeke was awake and alert when this took place.
"The image still haunts me to this day. The surgeons looked into my eyes with a fiendish blank stare. They held a dirty scalpel to my eye restraining me. I was screaming in terror and agony as the dirty blade scooped from under my eye cutting it out little by little. The nuns looked at me with pity and sorrow but said or did nothing as if watching some terrible sight in which they could not intervene. They branded the bleeding flesh with a scalding hot dull piece of iron. Where my eye once was, is but a terrible scar of black and violet-red. The sensation is gone, and with it, my love for the people I once fought for. I was but 19, eager, happy, and wild. The scar and the memory of that black day: a reminder of the hatred in my mind, heart, and soul" Zeke Henderson July 2nd 1878
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