...r guns were ordered into the ravine just in rear of the point of heaviest fighting, where we lay all the afternoon, exposed to stray shots. In this place, one of the Fourth Detachment drivers— Edwin F. Damrell —was hit by a spent ball, which made a slight abrasion of the skin over the heart. Columns of men, with fixed and somewhat jaded look, marched sternly up past us to the very front of the tem...