I think it was the day after this the enemy commenced to press our picket line with so much vigor as to force Colonel Morrison
to send Captain Lawson
with a body of men to strengthen the line.
I saw Lawson
with his brave fellows go out, and nobly did they do their work.
The attack was resisted and repulsed, but with much loss to us. Captain Lawson
was shot, and as they brought him in our line on a stretcher, I went up to him and said: ‘I am truly sorry to see you are hurt; you made a big fight and saved the line.’
Looking me full in the face, the glow of battle still there and a smile, said: ‘Oh, I have a furlough for ninety days.’
He lost his leg, and, of course, never came back to the army.
He was one of the gamest little soldiers I ever saw. Always ready for a fight.
He had graduated from the V. M. I. in 1861, and died after the war in Maryland
, though I do not know the date of his death.
was also a graduate of the same school.
He lost the use of an arm at Sharpsburg
, I think, and for the rest of the war commanded his regiment with one arm.