These are indeed dark, sad days, not only to you and to us, but to thousands of others who are mourning the loss of husbands, sons and brothers, or awaiting in agonizing suspense the result of these impending battles.
-Mary Affleck to her sister Sarah, 5 June 1864
…All will, I have no doubt, go well with us; nor do I sympathize with the Major and Augusta for the fate of the Nation. I believe our armies will before long set matters right …
-Samuel Forrer to his daughter Mary, 9 Nov. 1862
Luther Barnett Bruen was a 38-year-old Daytonlawyer when he enlisted in May of 1861. He was commissioned a Major with the 12th U.S. Infantry. He was born in 1822, and in 1853, he had married Augusta Forrer, daughter of Samuel and Sarah Forrer and older sister of Howard Forrer. Luther and Augusta had three children already, and before the war ended, they would have a fourth.
Luther enlisted with the regular army, accepting a commission as a Major with the 12th United States Infantry. He was first stationed at Fort Hamilton, near the harbor in New York City, where he was in charge of recruiting for his regiment. He remained at Fort Hamilton through most of 1862 and 1863.
There was some fear in late summer of 1862 that Luther would have to go to the front:
I am grieved that Luther goes (if he does but perhaps he may not be ordered away). Tell Augustato keep up her spirits and hope for the best. If he should go she and the dear little ones must come to us…
However, as far as I can tell from the records available, Luther did not go to the battle front until January 1864. His wife Augusta did return to Dayton fromNew York sometime in 1863, probably because she was pregnant with the couple’s fourth child, not necessarily because Luther had actually been ordered away.
Luther made a short visit home to Daytonto see his family, including his new baby daughter, whom he had never met, between December 1863 and February 1864.
After Luther departed, his mother-in-law Sarah Forrer wrote in her diary in February 1864:
Luther…came, but his visit was so short he had hardly time to get acquainted with Baby. Still, though short, his visit was a great comfort to his family and to us all.
On May 13, 1864—which, by the way, was a Friday—Luther was wounded during a battle near Laurel Hill, Virginia, receiving a shell fragment in his knee. He was transferred to Douglas Hospital in Washington, DC, where after 10 days, his leg was amputated above the knee.
One Miss Ransom, a young artist from Cleveland, happened to be visiting theWashington hospitals frequently about that time, and she encountered Major Bruen on at least two occasions, about which she wrote home in a letter, which was later printed by a Clevelandnewspaper. The letter illustrates Luther’s disposition while at the hospital—both before and after his leg was amputated:
I passed to the others who had neither sister, wife, nor brother, to cheer them. I found a Major of theU.S.A., from Dayton,Ohio, shot through the leg, but cheery and gay. Gazing at the flowers in my bonnet—which are blue Pansies—he said, “I found some of the most beautiful wild violets on the battlefield I ever saw, and pressed some of them. You love flowers and beautiful things I know, and I will give you one of my violets.” This broke the ice between us and a most entertaining chat ensued, resulting in a promise to call again next day.
Have just returned from Douglas Hospital, after an absence of three days. The chatty Major had his leg amputated yesterday—is very much changed in the last three days—looks feverish and so weary. I fanned him awhile, saying all the comforting things I could think of.—He has telegraphed his wife to come. I hope she will come quickly.
Indeed, Augusta Bruen did go quickly toWashington.
Augusta and her mother Sarah Forrer kept Sarah’s sister Mary Affleck apprised of the situation, as these letters from Mary indicate:
Mary Affleck wrote on June 5, 1864:
I hope some of you will write as soon as possible and let us know if any hopes are entertained of the Major’s recovery. From thy account I fear the worst. These are indeed dark, sad days, not only to you and to us, but to thousands of others who are mourning the loss of husbands, sons and brothers, or awaiting in agonizing suspense the result of these impending battles. Please let us know in which day’s battle he was wounded, and whether he was cared for immediately or left for hours to suffer on the field. What a fearful trial it must be to Augusta! I think of her constantly and dread the effect it may produce, but hope she will not sink under it for her children’s sake—for all your sakes. [Augustatold me] that the wound was not considered dangerous, and he expected to be at home in a couple of weeks…
Mary wrote again on June 19, having heard that Luther seemed improved:
I am very glad to hear there is a fair prospect of the Major’s recovery, and am much obliged to thee for sending me Augusta’s letters. I received one from her a few days ago…from…which I learn that his health is still improving.
Even if Luther might have seemed somewhat improved, nevertheless, the stress and worry was clearly wearing on the Forrer family. In fact, son-in-law Luther was not getting better at the hospital in DC, and God only knew where their son Howard even was, traipsing around the South with General Sherman. As if Samuel and Sarah Forrer did not have enough to worry about—did I mention they were also building a new house, in the midst of worrying about their family members on the war front?—they started to worry about each other.
Samuel was obviously growing quite concerned about the mental and physical health of his wife Sarah, by June 19, when he wrote thus to her:
…And now my dear wife let me entreat you to try to feel more hopeful in regard to the health and safety of our dear absent ones. I need not say to you that the more cool and equable in temper you may be the better you will be prepared to do your part to our dear children. When your own health and comfort depend so much on a cheerful temper of mind! You are killing yourself—Aye! committing suicide, utterly regardless, of the value we all set on your life. Have you really come to the conclusion that your life, so dear to us all, is of no value? Don’t you see how necessary you are even to our dear eldest first-born [Elizabeth F. Peirce] surrounded with comforts as she is? Then think how necessary to the happiness, and comfort of poor dear [daughter] Augusta in her great present distress. Of dear [daughter] Mary and [son] Howard yet with us [under?] the paternal roof. And last of all, think how much of happiness may yet be in store for yourself and for me [if?] a little more care for your health, and how soon all hopes may be [illegible] just for the want of an effort to live more hopefully. God bless you my dear, dear good wife…
In a similar vein, Sarah was worried about her husband overworking himself, writing in her response on June 20:
Dear Husband, do not fatigue thyself this hot weather, We are likely to lose too many of our valued ones, and are by no means prepared to add thee to the number…
Not surprisingly, in the same letter, Sarah also expressed her growing distress about the whereabouts of their son Howard:
We have had nothing from Howard and I almost fear to hear… I have written as cheerfully to him, as possible, and hope I shall not depress and unnerve him worse when he needs all the energy possible, Dear dear child! If we can only have him with us again!
By June 20, 1864, Luther Bruen had taken a turn for the worst. Luther’s sister and brother-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. R. G. Corwin had planned to come to Washington to see him, but by June 20, Augusta had apparently told them: “He cannot live 24 hours, don’t come.”
Nonetheless, the Corwins went to Washington, and so too did Augusta’s brother-in-law Jeremiah H. Peirce. These, along with Luther’s wife Augusta, were at his bedside when he breathed his last on June 21, 1864, a little more than 5 weeks after he was first injured. He was 41 years old.
On June 23, the group returned to Dayton with Luther’s body. He was buried June 28 in Woodland Cemetery in Dayton.
Close-up of the cross atop the gravestone (above) and Luther’s inscription (below), although very difficult to read, even in person:
The Cleveland newspaper that published the anecdote about the pressed flower that Major Bruen gave to the young lady at the hospital poetically likened him to such a flower:
The pressed wild violet, which the dying soldier gave our fair correspondent, will be typical of him: plucked just in its brightest bloom, in the early summer of hope, and joy, its form of beauty shall remain a keepsake for surviving friends, reminding them that from hero graves goes up to heaven the rich odor of duty done to God.
The Dayton Journal offered the following eulogistic account in the obituary of Luther Bruen printed on July 23:
Major Bruen was a very affectionate husband and father, and a devoted friend. He was in easy circumstances, and he became a soldier, and gave up the pleasures of a home from a sense of duty.
Not long since, in conversation with a friend, he said that “he had gone into the army in obedience to his sense of duty—not from necessity, nor because he liked the trade of blood; and whatever should be his fate, he would try to meet it without a murmur.
He was an honest and just man, a brave soldier and a true patriot. We shall long remember our true hearted friend with sorrow and with pride.
Augusta and her children had stayed with her parents Samuel and Sarah Forrer for much of the time that Luther was in the army, and they stayed for many years after Luther died. Augusta eventually moved to Bristol, Connecticut, where her son Frank lived.
No doubt the first few years were the hardest, though. On the first anniversary of Luther’s birthday after his death, Augusta wrote to her mother:
This is dear Luther’s Birthday, and I have been unable to keep up my spirits, so this letter will not be very lively I fear…
Augusta Bruen survived her husband Luther by 43 years, about four times longer than the number of years they were actually married.
After Augusta died, a family friend confided to Augusta’s niece Sarah:
Augusta said to me once – that she hoped her husband would wait for her but that she sometimes feared he would progress so far ahead of her that she should never reach him.
Augusta Bruen died on October 18, 1907, at her home in Bristol, Connecticut, at the age of 74. Augusta was buried beside her husband Luther in Woodland Cemetery on October 21.
I like to think that Luther was waiting to greet her at the Pearly Gates—maybe wearing his army uniform.
 Samuel Forrer to Mary Forrer, 9 Nov. 1862, FPW, 1:10.
 Forrer Genealogical Data, FPW, 7:12; Frank Bruen, Christian Forrer, the Clockmaker, and his Descendants (Rutland, VT: Tuttle, 1939), 129, 132; 1860 U.S. Federal Census, Ancestry Library Edition; American Civil War Soldiers (database), Ancestry Library Edition.
 U.S. Civil War Soldiers and Profiles (database), Ancestry Library Edition; American Civil War Soldiers (database), Ancestry Library Edition; Luther Bruen to Samuel Forrer, 27 Aug. 1862, FPW, 33:10; Sarah Forrer to her daughters Mary Forrer and Augusta Bruen, [several letters in 1862], FPW, 4:5; “Major Luther B. Bruen: Death of a Gallant Officer” (obituary), Dayton Journal, 23 June 1864, reprinted in Bruen, Christian Forrer, 132-133.
 Sarah Forrer to Mary Forrer, [24?] Aug. 1862, FPW, 4:5.
 Sarah Forrer’s diary, 29 Dec. 1863 and 14 Feb. 1864, quoted in Frances I. Parrott, “Sons and Mothers,” [undated], FPW, 32:4.
 Sarah Forrer’s diary, 14 Feb. 1864, quoted in F. I. Parrott, FPW, 32:4.
 U.S. Civil War Soldiers and Profiles (database), Ancestry Library Edition.
 Miss Ransom to unknown, [May/June 1864], reprinted by a Cleveland newspaper as “The Dying Major and the Wild Violet,” [June 1864?], with the article being reprinted in Bruen, Christian Forrer, 130-132; “Major Luther B. Bruen: Death of a Gallant Officer” (obituary).
 Miss Ransom to unknown, “The Dying Major and the Wild Violet.”
 Mary Affleck to Sarah Forrer, 5 Jun 1864, FPW, 35:3.
 Mary Affleck to Sarah Forrer, 19 Jun 1864, FPW, 35:3.
 Samuel Forrer to Sarah Forrer, 19 June 1864, FPW, 1:8.
 Sarah Forrer to Samuel Forrer, 20 June 1864, FPW, 4:2.
 Sarah Forrer to Samuel Forrer, 20 June 1864, FPW, 4:2.
 Sarah Forrer to Samuel Forrer, 20 June 1864, FPW, 4:2.
 Miss Ransom to unknown, “The Dying Major and the Wild Violet”; “Major Luther B. Bruen: Death of a Gallant Officer” (obituary); U.S. Civil War Soldiers and Profiles (database), Ancestry Library Edition.
 “The Dying Major and the Wild Violet.”
 “Major Luther B. Bruen: Death of a Gallant Officer” (obituary).
 1870 U.S. Federal Census, Ancestry Library Edition; 1880 U.S. Federal Census, Ancestry Library Edition; [Various letters], FPW.
 Augusta Bruen to Sarah Forrer, 14 Sept. 1864, FPW, 33:1.
 Laura Vail Morgan to Sarah H. Peirce, 7 Nov. 1907, FPW, 17:10.