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
Thus ended the second day's fight in the Wilderness. The loss in the
Thirty-second was very slight; in Company E, there were only three
wounded. Again we slept on our arms, eager to commence again at dawn of
day. On May 7th, the fighting was not so severe, little more than
skirmishing, and we had some rest, which we needed very much. May 8th,
there was not much fighting. We noticed the army in motion again, but we
still held our lines until night, when we silently left our breastworks,
never to return. We passed the hospital, where were two thousand of our
wounded, some waiting to have their wounds dressed. What a horrible
sight to behold, men mangled in every form! The line having moved to the
left, we reached Spottsylvania. We marched to the left until we arrived
at Laurel Hill, where we were again in action, and where artillery was
used. The first day was occupied in skirmishing and strengthening the
skirmish-line. But as night came on, the line charged, and drove the
enemy back, so that we could look into their works. We then formed our
rifle-pits on the crest of the hills, within twenty rods of the enemy.
We were in those rifle-pits two days, unable to raise our heads above
the embankment with safety. It rained nearly the whole time, and we were
drenched to the skin, and covered with mud. In the morning, after we
were stationed in the rifle-pits, we, with the rest of the brigade, were
ordered to charge the enemy's works, and at seven o'clock, the assault
commenced. On we went to death. They reserved their fire until we were
but a few yards off, and then opened with grape and musketry. They had
such a flank-fire on us, that we could not stand it, and all that
returned had to crawl away. We lost about half our number in this
assault; and the next morning, we were ordered to make another charge.
But we knew too well the strength of their lines to go willingly to sure
death, and the orders were countermanded. But we had to remain in the
rifle-pits forty-three hours, having no sleep and no chance to
straighten our limbs. When we were relieved, we had to start for
Spottsylvania. The night was dark and muddy; the mud was half-way up to
our knees, and all that long night (this being the third night), without
sleep. But as the morning dawned, we arrived at Spottsylvania. We had
nothing to do until nearly night, so we had a chance to rest our weary
limbs. But late in the afternoon, we had to form, and move to within a
few rods of the court-house. Here we entrenched ourselves, having good
rifle-pits and good breast-works; so we were confident they could not
drive us away. The next morning, the artillery opened their deadly fire
on both sides. The sound was almost deafening; the shells howling
through the air and over our heads (for I lay between the two lines, on
the picket-line).
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