Stones River, Battle of, Murfreesboro, Tenn., 1862-1863
Apprehending the possible success of a flank attack upon his left, Bragg
had caused all the tents and baggage to be loaded on wagons and sent to
the rear. On Saturday morning, the 3d of January, the soldiers of both
armies had been in battle for four days and nights; their provisions, if
cooked at all, were scanty and unfit to eat; their clothing soaked with
rain and stiff with mud, with no fires to dry them and to warm their
chilled bodies, they had responded with a will to every command. With
death beckoning them to his clammy embrace they had advanced with
unfaltering tread, leaving their trail marked by the dead forms of their
comrades. Even now there was no word of complaint. It rested with the
generals in command of the contending armies whether another holocaust of
lives should be offered before either would acknowledge himself
vanquished. No thought of retreat had at any time entered the minds of
Rosecrans, Thomas, or Crittenden. With one exception, neither of the
division commanders in the center or on the left wings had favored it.
McCook, after his bloody repulse on the 31st, had advised falling back
upon Nashville upon purely military grounds, but had readily acquiesced in
the decision of the commanding general to "fight or die right here." The
fugitives in his command who had not pursued their shameless way to
Nashville had rallied to their standards and were anxious to restore their
tarnished laurels. The losses during the three days of battle were nearly
evenly divided. General Bragg acknowledged a loss of 9,000 in killed and
wounded, 25 per cent of his army of 38,250, while General Rosecrans'
report shows a loss of 8,778, over 20 per cent of killed and wounded of
his force of 43,400. It is impossible to do full justice to the heroic
constancy of the soldiers of the Union, whose valor wrung victory from
defeat on the morning of the 31st of December, and who all through that
terrible day bared their breasts to the storm of battle. To the living the
great wealth of a Nation's gratitude is due, but to those to whom death
came in the cause of National unity, his
"Voice sounds like a prophet's word
And in its solemn tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be."
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