The Song of the Rappahannock: Sketches of the Civil War — John Shaqi
The Song of the Rappahannock: Sketches of the Civil WarDodd, Ira Seymour
History
The Song of the Rappahannock: Sketches of the Civil War
Dodd, Ira Seymour
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives
"Bill, what day is this?"
"Why, don't you know? This is Sunday."
"By George! is that so? Well, there's no rest for the wicked!"
And then the men would begin to talk about home, and somehow over the
rudeness of war and the weariness of the march a breath of hallowed air
would seem to waft itself, and the far-off sound of Sabbath bells would
seem to steal, and the dim faces of distant loved ones would rise
before us, until the spell would perhaps be broken by another chorus of
profanity.
By force of stern necessity we became a good marching regiment long
before we had half learned tactical drill, and the discipline did
several important things for us. Our marching was not peaceful; it was
through a hostile country. The enemy's cavalry hung about our flanks
and rear and the sound of cannon was frequent. We had as yet no
fighting but we were constantly threatened, and that helped the
discipline. It taught us unceasing vigilance and the need of perpetual
readiness; it also tried the nerves of our officers. The unfit ones
began to drop off. First our lieutenant-colonel, then our major was
smitten with what the men called "cannon fever." Their health failed
suddenly, their resignations were offered and accepted and we were well
rid of them. The captain of Company A, who now became major, was a fine
type of the class of men by whom our volunteer army was mainly
officered. He was a plain citizen who had been superintendent in a
manufactory, and his military knowledge was only such as could be
gained in a militia company. He had however, a strong soldierly
instinct, and better still, his personal character compelled respect.
Familiar in manner with no "airs," yet always dignified and firm;
modest, yet as we found when the test came, unflinchingly brave; with
keen natural intelligence, quick to grasp a situation and prompt in
action he proved that good officers are born, not made. His awkwardness
on horseback afforded amusement only for a little while. In a few weeks
he rode like a cavalryman, and every fresh trial of his quality raised
him in our esteem and affection.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account