closed and the allignment preserved.
Strong as was the position of the enemy, it seemed that such determination could not fail.
I heard Garnett
give a command to his men which, amid the rattle of musketry, I could not distinguish.
Seeing my look or gesture of inquiry, he called out, “I am dressing on you!”
A few seconds after he fell dead.
A moment later — and after Captain Williams
and Colonel George
had been wounded by my side — a shot through the thigh prostrated me. I was so confident of victory that to some of my men who ran up to carry me off I shouted, “Go on; it wilt not last five minutes longer!”
The men rushed forward into the smoke, which soon became so dense that I could see little of what was going on before me. But a moment later I heard General Pettigrew
, behind me, calling to some of his staff to “rally them on the left.”
The roll of musketry was then incessant, and I believe that the Federal
troops — probably blinded by the smoke — continued a rapid fire for some minutes after none but dead and wounded remained in their front.
At length the firing ceased, and cheer after cheer from the enemy announced the failure of our attack.
I was of course left a prisoner.
As evidence of how close was the fighting at that part of the line, I saw a Federal soldier with an ugly wound in his shoulder, which he told me he received from the spear on the end of one of my regimental colors; and I remembered having that morning observed and laughingly commented on the fact that the color-bearer of the Thirteenth Alabama had attached to his staff a formidable-looking lance head.
All of the five regimental colors of my command reached the line of the enemy's works, and many of my men and officers were killed or wounded after passing over it. I believe the same was true of other brigades in General Pettigrew
It is probable that Pickett
's division, which up to that time had taken no part in the battle, was mainly relied upon for the final assault; but whatever may have been the first plan of attack, the division under Pettigrew
went into it as part of the line of battle, and from the commencement of the advance to the closing death grapple, his right brigade was the directing one. General Pettigrew
, who I know was that day in the thickest of the fire, was killed in a skirmish a few days later.
No more earnest and gallant officer served in the Confederate army.