The Empty Sleeve: or, The Life and Hardships of Henry H. Meacham, in the Union ArmyMeacham, Henry H.
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The Empty Sleeve: or, The Life and Hardships of Henry H. Meacham, in the Union Army
Meacham, Henry H.
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives
We had not long to wait before the crash came, and the battle was raging
with fearful effect. What feelings of anguish were excited, of which
none can know anything except those who have been there. The sound of
battle is not pleasant, even if a person is not in danger. We remained a
short time behind the works that we had built, and then moved off to the
right, and across the pike-road. There we were exposed to a direct fire
from the enemy. There my tent-mate was wounded by a minie-ball; I was
standing by his side when he was hit. How bad I felt, because I could
not assist him or do anything for him! But we were not allowed to stop,
and we did not hear how badly he was wounded until the next day, when we
heard it was nothing but a flesh-wound. I was glad it was no worse.
After crossing the road, we moved to the right a short distance, and
then forward. The ground was covered with pine and shrub oaks, so it was
almost impossible to get through. We advanced a short distance before we
came near the enemy. We were in strong force, and then commenced our
work of death. It was heart-rending to see the wounded, dead and dying,
lie on the ground under our feet, and the number still increasing. That
was a horrible place of death and destruction in the dense wilderness,
with peals of musketry, like distant thunder, sounding from right to
left. Sometimes it seemed the hardest on the right, and then in the
centre; and so on. The position we held was the centre, being a part of
the First Division of the Fifth Corps, under the command of General
Warren. But night came on at last, and the shades of darkness put an end
to the strife for that day, neither party seeming to gain any advantage
over the other. We again moved by the left to our old breastworks, and
there remained during the night, tired and weary. We slept on our arms
(what little sleep we had), and in the morning, the combat was renewed
with increased vigor, as if the rebels were determined to break our
lines, or die in the attempt. This suited us, for it weakened their
forces more than ours; but they got sick of it in a short time, and then
our skirmishers would take some of the guns that lay on the field and
put five charges into them, and then tie them to trees, well-sighted at
the enemy, and pull them off. Thus we passed a few hours of the day,
when the battle again commenced, raging more fiercely than before, and
lasted until late into the night.
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