been detailed at the headquarters of the division quartermaster, and one would think he was making up for lost time.
From the day we entered the Wilderness
until he gave up his life he was conspicuous for his bravery.
Corp. George E. Breed
of Company C, a brave little fellow, not much larger than his knapsack, was serving his second enlistment, and was not twenty years old when killed.
Several others were killed, besides many wounded.
We remained here until the night of the 11th, when men were detailed to keep up the skirmish firing while the brigade was withdrawn.
It was a dark, dreary night, and we fell over stumps and fallen trees as we moved to the left.
At four o'clock on the morning of the 12th we formed in line.
Our orders were to give commands in whispers, have dippers so hung that they would not rattle against bayonets, and move forward.
We were soon in front of the rebel works, which were protected by abatis.
We tore these aside and passed on. One regiment, forgetting the orders, gave a cheer, and the rebels were aroused, yet over the works we went, and the fiercest hand-to-hand fight of the war ensued.
We captured Gen. Bushrod Johnson
and his entire division, including twenty-two pieces of artillery and seventeen stands of colors.
The woods were so thick that in advancing our lines became broken.
When we reached a clearing the only officers in sight were Colonel Rice
, Lieutenant Thompson
“Where are the colors?”
said Colonel Rice
We could not answer the question.
At that moment we saw several hundred rebels running back to their lines.
said, “I see a Massachusetts color and will go after it. You and Lieutenant Thompson
try to capture those rebels.”