After visiting brigade headquarters, and not having anything else to do, I retired to a safer place and waited for the result.
In the morning I went to the angle and surveyed the field.
The wounded had been removed during the night but the dead lay strewn thickly over the ground, on our side of the breastworks, and along the ridge to the right.
On the brow of this ridge, early in the day, Captain La Mont
of the 96th Pennsylvania I think, had fallen and all day from both sides bullets had been fired across the ridge, and there did not seem to be a square inch of his body that had not been penetrated by a bullet.
But horrible as was the sight on our side of the works, that on the other side was far worse, for the gray clad bodies were piled in the trenches from three to five deep.
Our loss was terrible but that of the Confederates
was far greater; and if the importance of the victory of the morning is to be measured by the desperate effort made to retake the position captured, it certainly was a decisive victory.