United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"For instance, I would ask a man to what regiment he belonged, and he
would tell me.
"'Where is it?'
"'Hanged if I know. Saw a lot of the boys awhile ago.'
"Said an officer in answer to my inquiries, 'No; I don't know where the
colonel is, and I don't care. After one of our charges we all adjourned
like a town meeting. I'm played out; have been on my feet since one
o'clock last night.'
"These instances were characteristic of the state of affairs in certain
parts of the field that I visited. Plucky or conscientious fellows
would join their comrades in the fight without caring what regiment
they acted with; but the majority of the great disorganized mass did
what they pleased, after the manner of a country fair, crowding in all
instances around places where water could be obtained. Great numbers
had thrown away their canteens and provisions, as too heavy to carry in
the heat, or as impediments in action. Officers and men were mixed up
promiscuously, hobnobbing and chaffing in a languid way, and talking
over their experiences, as if they were neighbors at home. The most
wonderful part of it all was that they had no sense of their danger and
of the destruction they were inviting by their unsoldierly course.
"I tried to impress these dangers on one or two, but the reply was,
'Oh, hang it! The Rebs are as badly used up as we are. Don't you see
things are growing more quiet? Give us a rest!'
"By this time I had worked my way well to my right, and was on a little
eminence watching our line advance, wondering at the spirit with which
the fight was still maintained. Indeed, I grew hopeful once more as I
saw the good work that the regiments still intact were doing. There was
much truth in the remark that the Rebels were used up also, unless they
had reserves of which we knew nothing. At that time we had no idea that
we had been fighting, not only Beauregard, but also Johnson from the
Shenandoah.
"My hope was exceedingly intensified by the appearance of a long line
of troops emerging from the woods on our flank and rear, for I never
dreamed that they could be other than our own re-enforcements. Suddenly
I caught sight of a flag which I had learned to know too well. The line
halted a moment, muskets were levelled, and I found myself in a perfect
storm of bullets. I assure you I made a rapid change of base, for when
our line turned I should be between two fires. As it was, I was cut
twice in this arm while galloping away. In a few moments a battery also
opened upon our flank; and it became as certain as day that a large
Confederate force from some quarter had been hurled upon the flank and
rear of our exhausted forces. The belief that Johnson's army had
arrived spread like wildfire. How absurd and crude it all seems now! We
had been fighting Johnson from the first.
"All aggressive action on our part now ceased; and as if governed by
one common impulse, the army began its retreat.
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