I sent for the surgeon, who came and said that I must not be moved for two weeks. I saw the ambulance drive away, then buried my face in the ground and cried like a baby.
Other wounded were brought to fill the vacant places.
of Company A was one, so I had company.
had also remained, being wounded in the arm, and rendered valuable service to Sherwood
Directly in front of us were two amputating tables which were always busy.
We saw several men whom we knew placed on them and removed, minus a leg or an arm. The groans of the wounded were constant, and the dead were being carried past us nearly all the time.
On my left lay a young boy. He suffered much, but did not complain.
One night, when it was time to go to sleep, he whispered, “Good night, lieutenant, I think that I shall go up before morning.”
I urged him to keep up his courage, but he said it was no use, he should die. In the morning I looked and saw that the poor boy had answered the last roll-call.
He lay by my side until afternoon, before they could find time to take him away.
I had forgotten to ask his name, and no one knew him. His grave no doubt bears the mark “unknown,” and the records of his regiment say, “missing in action.”
I remained here six days, and my wounds received no attention only such as my comrades gave.
They kept my canteen filled with water, which I used freely, to prevent inflammation.
Do not think that I blame the surgeons.
No nobler men ever lived than composed the medical staff of the Army of the Potomac; but there were twenty thousand wounded men, Union and rebel, on the field of Gettysburg
, and the cases requiring amputation must receive attention first.