"The shroud is laid back, and see! A smooth clear skin fitting cleanly over well-rounded muscles, sinewy and strong... Next see the back of the head, low down and a little to the left, a small round blackened wound, such as is made by a pistol-shot at close range. There is no counter-opening, so the missile has lodged and must now be found... The part is lifted from its seat, when suddenly, from out a cruel rent that traverses it from end to end, through these very fingers there slips something hard—slips and falls with a metal's mocking clatter into a basin set beneath. The search is satisfied; a little pellet of lead!"
-- Assistant Surgeon Edward Curtis, Personal Recollections of the War of the Rebellion