The Cavalry at the Battle of Little Big Horn

Each man would look after his own horse and we'd usually give him a little exercise and a good rub down. A trooper thought a lot of his mount and a cavalryman would have to be pretty mean who didn't take good care of his horse. My horse at this time was named Pig. That wasn't his real name, but I called him that because nothing could keep him from rolling in a mud hole when he was being watered following a long ride. The army condemned him after we'd been beaten in the Dakota country a year or two. He knickered and looked at me as much to say, come on, please Charlie, get me out of here.