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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore) 18 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 3 1 Browse Search
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.12 (search)
th the colors in their hands. Although they knew it was almost certain death to pick it up, the flag was never allowed to remain down, but as fast as it fell some one raised it again. I venture to say that our regiment suffered greater loss in that charge than any regiment on either side during the war. We made the charge with 986 men and muskets, and could muster only 220 the next day, which shows a loss of over 700 killed and wounded. This was the Twenty-sixth North Carolina regiment, Pettigrew's Brigade, Heth's Division, A. P. Hill's Corps. The second day we were not engaged, but were exposed to the shells from the enemy's guns. I was detailed to look after the wounded, and a sad day's work it was. In the evening we marched to the right and took our position for the third day's fight, and slept with our guns in our arms. The morning of the 3d the chaplains held services in the regiments. When the artillery opened it was appalling, and all who heard it will agree with
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.13 (search)
, which he thought would scare the poor rebels away. In the morning we halted at Sugar Loaf. The fleet had been bombarding Fort Fisher, but the enemy had not landed. The Confederate forces under Bragg, outside of Fort Fisher, consisted of a small body of Senior Reserves, aged from forty-five to sixty, and some little cavalry. It was pitiful to see some of those gray-haired patriots dead in the woods, killed by shells from the fleet. Among those who carried a musket there was Mr. William Pettigrew, brother of the heroic General—now a venerable minister of the gospel. Kirkland placed one company from the Forty-second, under Captain Koontz, in Battery Gatlin, a small fort on the sea-beach at the southern end of Masonboro Sound, and held the rest of his command on the road covered by the thick woods and dense undergrowth. I had found a pony at an abandoned farm-house and mounted him, so as to convey orders, but he was new to the business and did not like my spurs. Kirkland