in command of the regiment, and we waited for darkness to bring in our wounded.
Late in the evening we withdrew to the city, where we remained the next day. At night we were ordered to the front.
No man was allowed to speak.
Dippers must not rattle against bayonets, but all must be as still as the dead who slept near us. We remained until nearly daylight, found the army was being withdrawn to the other side of the river, and as usual we were to cover the retreat.
We recrossed in safety, and waited on the other side until the pontoons were withdrawn.
About half of those who went over never marched back.
In the battle of the 13th, out of less than three hundred men we lost, in killed and wounded, one hundred and four.
Of the eleven men who carried the colors that day eight were killed.
I do not believe we killed five of the enemy, if we did one.
We found them strongly intrenched, charged upon them, and they mowed us down.
Here the rebels lost an opportunity.
Had they attacked us while we were recrossing the river they could have captured a large part of the army; but they did not see the chance, and we escaped.
Sad and weary we marched back to our old camp.
We had become accustomed to defeat; we knew that no braver army stood upon the earth than the Army of the Potomac, but fate had been against us from the start.
We saw our numbers growing less, and no real victory to reward us for the sacrifice.
It only required a few days after returning to camp to reorganize the regiment; promotions were made to fill the vacant places, and active drill was resumed.
We took up skirmish drill and bayonet exercise in earnest, and what