and we could hear his cry of anguish as the lead tore through.
Finally our men, by stopping their fire and crying, ‘April Fool, Johnnies,’ restored quiet, and for a long time we lay perfectly quiet, waiting for the time to come when we could move forward.
The night was cold and damp and we were chilled and numb.
There was some firing away to our right but not more than usual.
Word was passed along, that when the battery opened at Fort Fisher
it was the signal to charge.
We were to advance without further orders and as silently as possible.
It seemed to me as though that battery would never open.
, who lay beside me, said ‘I would rather charge than lie here in this suspense and misery.’
As the first gray dawn began to show, out belched the guns, and we could mark the course of the shells as their fuse left a dim spark passing to the Rebel
We were up in another moment, in closed ranks, feeling for the man on our right we plunged forward in the darkness.
In another instant the Reb skirmishers delivered their fire and their battery in our front opened.
Almost its first shot cut Jimmie Hendricks
of Company A in two.
A little farther on, and the Rebel
works were marked by the jets of flame from their rifles as they fired upon us. Another instant and we were up to their abatis, and we got into a tangle looking for a place to get through.
Finally some fellow to our left sang out, ‘Here's a road,’ and a lot of us made for it and followed it on a run to the Rebel
works at that point a fort.
Climbing up the sides, it being now light enough to see a few paces ahead, I went in through the embrasure of the guns, one of which had been firing on us. The Johnnies
had run back among the huts and were firing back at us. We ran down toward them and they ran back into the field.
Quite a number hid in the huts, and our ”