Read the excerpt from "drummer man." it turned out to be a good thing that i signed on again. it wasn't long into my second year when our regiment fought at the siege of corinth. in the heat of the fight we made a desperate charge across a ravine and captain williamson was wounded. so the call came in for a quick retreat, but unfortunately the captain was left there between the lines. somebody had to rescue him, and it was one of two times during the war that i was happy for being small. i took off in a stooping run, unseen by the enemy, and somehow found the strength to drag williamson back to the stretcher bearers and out of harm's way. based on the excerpt, how does the narrator's size affect his experiences?