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Lieutenant Lyon led the advance guard of his Regiment and captured the rebel General Hylan B. Lyon, who, after he surrendered, shot Lieutenant Lyon through the head, killing him instantly. His remains were sent home by his Regiment under escort, with the message from his Colonel, "He was the bravest man in my Regiment."
Aethur once said; "There is not the rebel bullet made that will kill me."
Sergeant E. W. Anderson gives this one account.
My attention was soon called to the fact that Lyon had been wounded, and on looking up I discovered that one ball had struck the horse's shoulder, nearly disabled his left leg and covered his side with blood; another had struck Lyon's left arm above the elbow, passed under the skin, lodged between the shoulder blades, and carried with it quite a wad of clothing, making a very painful wound. While being helped on his crippled horse, from the field to the rear, he shouted to me, holding up his shattered arm: "This is good for a furlough," showing his absolute unconcern at the thought of death, and I hope changing his opinion that "the rebel bullet was not made that could kill him."