Jacob Miller’s Impossible Survival

Company K, 9th Indiana Infantry. Chickamauga, September 19, 1863.

Jacob Miller took a bullet Straight between the eyes. His captain thought

him dead. Left on the field. But hours later Miller crawled from the carnage.

Eye hanging loose. Blood freezing on his face. He walked fifteen miles.

Bandaged with a rag. Still clutching his rifle. Doctors refused

surgery. The ball stayed lodged. Fragments worked out for decades.

Seventeen years later A piece fell from his skull. Thirty‑one years

later Two more. Jacob Miller lived. And when he finally died in 1927