United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"Try to realize it. Our retirement was not ordered. There were
thousands to whom no order could be given unless with a voice like a
thunder peal. Indeed, one may say, the order was given by the thunder
of that battery on our flank. It was heard throughout the field; and
the army, acting as individuals or in detachments, decided to leave. To
show how utterly bereft of guidance, control, and judgment were our
forces, I have merely to say that each man started back by exactly the
same route he had come, just as a horse would do, while right before
them was the Warrenton Pike, a good, straight road direct to
Centerville, which was distant but little over four miles.
"This disorganized, exhausted mob was as truly in just the fatal
condition for the awful contagion we call 'panic' as it would have been
from improper food and other causes, for some other epidemic. The
Greeks, who always had a reason for everything, ascribed the nameless
dread, the sudden and unaccountable fear, which bereaves men of manhood
and reason, to the presence of a god. It is simply a latent human
weakness, which certain conditions rarely fail to develop. They were
all present at the close of that fatal day. I tell you frankly that I
felt something of it myself, and at a time, too, when I knew I was not
in the least immediate danger. To counteract it I turned and rode
deliberately toward the enemy, and the emotion passed. I half believe,
however, that if I had yielded, it would have carried me away like an
attack of the plague. The moral of it all is, that the conditions of
the disease should be guarded against.
"When it became evident that the army was uncontrollable and was
leaving the field, I pressed my way to the vicinity of McDowell to see
what he would do. What could he do? I never saw a man so overwhelmed
with astonishment and anger. Almost to the last I believe he expected
to win the day. He and his officers commanded, stormed, entreated. He
might as well have tried to stop Niagara above the falls as that human
tide. He sent orders in all directions for a general concentration at
Centerville, and then with certain of his staff galloped away. I tried
to follow, but was prevented by the interposing crowd.
"I then joined a detachment of regulars and marines, who marched
quietly in prompt obedience of orders; and we made our way through the
disorder like a steamer through the surging waves. All the treatises on
discipline that were ever written would not have been so convincing as
that little oasis of organization. They marched very slowly, and often
halted to cover the retreat.
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