“some fool will get hold of the color and lose it. I guess I had better stand by.”
We marched to Williams's Tavern, where we went into line of battle and threw up works.
From this time on we were engaged every day. The 8th, we had a lively brush at Todd's Tavern
, and drove the rebels a mile; the 9th, crossed Po River
; the 10th, recrossed and engaged the enemy at Laurel Hill
We found them strongly intrenched and a charge was ordered.
The opinion of every officer and man was that we could not dislodge them, as we must charge a long distance over an open field.
was to lead and the 19th was to be the directing battalion.
The order to our division was, “Follow the colors of the 19th.”
With cheers for General Barlow
we advanced over the crest of the hill, the rebels opening on us with a terrible fire.
Grape and cannister ploughed through our ranks.
Both color-bearers were shot down, and for a moment our line melted away; but other hands grasped the colors, and we renewed the charge, only to be again repulsed.
No army on earth could capture the works with such odds against it, but we charged once more, then gave it up.
Among the first to go down was Color-Sergeant Ben Falls
He was in advance of me, and as he fell he said, “John, your old uncle has got his quietus this time.”
I could not stop to reply then, but in the lull of the battle went to him, and found that he was shot through the body; he was carried to the rear, and died the next day. No man in the ranks of the Union
army rendered better service than Benj. F. Falls
Always ready for duty, ever cheerful, his influence for good extended through the regiment.
Another to fall that day was Sergt. William H. Ross
Until this campaign he had