I've personally dug bullets from a field hospital site on our parents old farm that at the time still had the two story home that pre-dates the civil war. The bullets weren't found on the immediate outside of the house, but there was a depression in the ground we always thought was awkward looking, as it was on the side of the house where the ground dropped off into a little ravine. It was in this area the little depression was found, that we located approximately 45-50 bullets, all mushroomed, flattened, or had been hit with a saw, also along with the bullets we found a broken bone saw blade, and other medical supplies. I wish we would have dug out, and sifted the dirt, but we were still in school at the time, and owned 6 chicken houses, and numerous heads of cattle so we stayed fairly busy until later in the evening. One thing I still wish we would have done was purchased the home, along with the front, and back yard because in the upstairs area of the house there was no bedrooms, it was a giant bedroom, that had a strange "eery" closet. Inside the closet was a area of the wall that you could hear was hollow. One day we climbed up on top of the roof and opened the ventilation vent from the roof, and could see a room we couldn't access, that had a makeshift table, two handheld candle holders, a lantern, and some torn cloth. The space hadn't seen any activity in so many years you had to literally shine a flashlight down in there to see everything because the spider webs took up most of the incoming light from the sun. We always tried finding a way inside that room, but never found a way. The house was re-occupied from the former owner after the war, apparently he, or the soldiers had sealed the area off, and was never touched again. Mrs. Goodman the old lady we bought the farm from knew the original owners family who lived in it prior to the farmers death, because they moved in to it, and they showed her bullets, and cannon balls the old man had found on the property we owned while he was out plowing the field next to his house. When she sold us the property, chicken houses, and land, the house came along with it, including the fenced in yard, and had a tenant in the house she rented it to a few months prior to us buying it. The family that lived there didn't stay very long, I would say less than 6 months total, and said it was haunted, and them, and their little girls could hear movement going in, and out of the house, and up and down the stairs. My parents blew it off thinking they just didn't want to pay rent, so mom, and dad had the electric meter, and propane tank taken back by the electric, and gas people, then padlocked the doors, and even put wooden rods along the windows so no one could break in. We used it as a storage area for most of our stuff we couldn't fit in the shop or other barn we had. One day we were down there just my brother, mom, and I to get some stuff for I want to say Christmas, and we heard someone walking down the stairs. We all ran outside, mom stayed at the house while I ran to the house to get dad to bring his gun down there, and my brother stayed in the front of the house to make sure no one came out the front. Dad got there, went inside, checking all the rooms, and no one was inside. Needless to say we checked all the windows they were all still locked with the pieces of wood still locking them in place, we left, and locked the doors, and padlocks. On some nights while out checking the chickens in the chicken houses you could see a light on upstairs , but there was no electricity, and wasn't very bright, and flickered like a candle would. Sadly when we sold the farm, we didn't keep the house, and front, and back yard, and when the new Yankees who came from New York bought the chicken farm and 40 acres, they had the old rent house burned down, and in the process almost burned down one of the chicken houses in the process, almost as if the house had one last effort to make itself known. The bullets we found weren't maybe 30 yards from the back door of the house, and an area where the wind wouldn't blow the stench of the rotting flesh of severed limbs, so they picked a rather good spot to dump them, as they were somewhat down the ravine, and huge walnut trees kept the area out of view from the house.