Chapter 2
chapter two of company h by sam r watkins this is in the public domain shiloh this was the first big battle in which our regiment had ever been engaged i do not pretend to tell of what command distinguished itself of heroes of blood and wounds of shrieks and groans of brilliant charges of cannon captured etc i was but a private soldier and if i happened to look to see if i could find out anything eyes right guide centre was the order close up guide right halt forward right oblique left oblique halt forward guide centre eyes right dress up promptly in the rear steady double quick charge bayonets fire at will is about all that a private soldier ever knows of a battle he can see the smoke rise and the flash of the enemy's guns and he can hear the whistle of the minnie and cannon balls but he has got to load and shoot as hard as he can tear and ram cartridge or he will soon find out like the irishman who had been shooting blank cartridges when a ball happened to strike him
and he hallowed out faith pat and be jabbers them fellows are shooting bullets but i nevertheless remember many things that came under my observation in this battle i remember a man by the name of smith stepping deliberately out of the ranks and shooting his finger off to keep out of the fight of another poor fellow who was accidentally shot and killed by the discharge of another person's gun and of others suddenly taken sick with colic our regiment was the advance guard on saturday evening and did a little skirmishing but general gladden's brigade passed us and assumed a position in our immediate front about daylight on sunday morning chalmers brigade relieved gladden's as gladden rode by us a courier rode up and told him something i do not know what it was but i heard gladden say tell general bragg that i have as keen assent for yankees as general chalmers has on sunday morning a clear beautiful and still day the order was given for the whole army to advance and to attack immediately we were supporting an alabama brigade the fire opened bang bang bang a rattledy bang bang a boom de bang bang bang boom bang boom bang boom bang boom bang boom bang bang boom whir sss sss sss a ripping roaring boom bang
the air was full of balls and deadly missiles the litter corps was carrying off the dying and wounded we could hear the shout of the charge and the incessant roar of the guns the rattle of the musketry and knew that the contending forces were engaged in a breast-to-breast struggle but cheering news continued to come back everyone who passed would be hailed with well what news from the front well boys we are driving em we have captured all their encampments everything they had and all their provisions and army stores and everything as we were advancing to the attack and to support the alabama brigade in our front and which had given way and were stricken with fear some of the boys of our regiment would laugh at them and ask what they were running for and would commence to say flicker flicker flicker like the bird called the yellow hammer flicker flicker flicker as we advanced on the edge of the battlefield we saw a big fat colonel of the twenty third tennessee regiment badly wounded whose name if i remember correctly was matt martin he said to us give em goss boys that's right my brave first tennessee give em hail columbia we halted but a moment and said i colonel where are you wounded he answered in a deep bass voice my son i am wounded in the arm in the leg in the head in the body and in another place which i have a delicacy in mentioning
that is what the gallant old colonel said advancing a little further on we saw general albert sidney johnson surrounded by his staff and governor harris of tennessee we saw some little commotion among those who surrounded him but we did not know at the time that he was dead the fact was kept from the troops about noon a courier dashed up and ordered us to go forward and support general bragg's center we had to pass over the ground where troops had been fighting all day i had heard and read of battlefields seen pictures of battlefields of horses and men of cannon and wagons all jumbled together while the ground was strewn with dead and dying and wounded but i must confess that i never realized the pomp and circumstance of the thing called glorious war until i saw this men were lying in every conceivable position the dead lying with their eyes wide open the wounded begging piteously for help and some waving their hats and shouting for us to go forward it all seemed to me a dream
i seemed to be in a sort of haze when sss sss sss sss the minnie balls from the yankee line began to whistle around our ears and i thought of the irishman when he said sure enough those fellows are shooting bullets down would drop first one fellow and then another either killed or wounded when we were ordered to charge bayonets i had been feeling mean all the morning as if i had stolen a sheep but when the order to charge was given i got happy i felt happier than a fellow does when he professes religion at a big methodist camp meeting i shouted it was fun then every one looked happy we were crowding them one more charge then their lines waver and break they retreat in wild confusion we were jubilant we were triumphant officers could not curb the men to keep in line discharge after discharge was poured into the retreating line the federal dead and wounded covered the ground when in the very midst of our victory here comes an order to halt what halt after to-day's victory sidney johnson killed general gladden killed and a host of generals and other brave men killed and the whole yankee army in full retreat
those four letters h a l t oh how harsh they did break upon our ears the victory was complete but the word halt turned victory into defeat the soldiers had passed through the yankee camps and saw all the good things that they had to eat in their sutler's stores and officers marquis's and it was but a short time before every soldier was rummaging to see what he could find the harvest was great and the laborers were not few the negro boys who were with their young masters as servants got rich greenbacks were plentiful good clothes were plentiful rations were not in demand the boys were in clover this was sunday on monday the tide was reversed now those yankees were whipped fairly whipped and according to all rules of war they ought to have retreated but they didn't fleshed with their victories at fort henry and fort donelson and the capture of nashville and the whole state of tennessee having fallen into their hands victory was again to perch upon their banners for buell's army by forced marches had come to grant's assistance at the eleventh hour
gunboats and transports were busy crossing buell's army all of sunday night we could hear their boats ringing their bells and hear the puff of smoke and steam from their boilers our regiment was the advance outpost and we saw the skirmish line of the federals advancing and then their main line and then their artillery we made a good fight on monday morning and i was taken by surprise when the order came for us to retreat instead of advance but as i said before reader a private soldier is but an automaton and knows nothing of what is going on among the generals and i am only giving the chronicles of little things and events that came under my own observation as i saw them then and remember them now should you desire to find out more about the battle i refer you to history one incident i recollect very well a yankee colonel riding a fine gray mare was sitting on his horse looking at our advance as if we were on review w h rushed forward and grabbed his horse by the bridle telling him at the same time to surrender the yankee seized the reins set himself back in the saddle put the muzzle of his pistol in w h s face and fired
about the time he pulled trigger a stray ball from some direction struck him in the side and he fell off dead and his horse becoming frightened galloped off dragging him through the confederate lines his pistol had missed its aim i have heard hundreds of old soldiers tell of the amount of greenback money they saw and picked up on the battlefield of shiloh but they thought it valueless and did not trouble themselves with bringing it off with them one fellow a courier who had had his horse killed got on a mule he had captured and in the last charge before the final and fatal halt was made just charged right ahead by his lone self and the soldier said just look at that brave man charging right in the jaws of death he began to see-saw the mule and grit his teeth and finally yelled out it arn't me boys it's this blarsted old mule whoa whoa on monday morning i too captured me a mule he was not a fast mule and i soon found out that he thought he knew as much as i did he was wise in his own conceit he had a propensity to take every hog path he came to all the bombasting i could give him would not make him accelerate his speed
if blood makes speed i do not suppose he had a drop of any kind in him if i wanted him to go on one side of the road he was sure to be possessed of an equal desire to go on the other side finally i and my mule fell out i got a big hickory and would frale him over the head and he would only shake his head and flop his ears and seem to say well now you think you are smart don't you he was a resolute mule slow to anger and would have made an excellent merchant to refuse bad pay or i will pay your credit for his old composition seemed to be made up of the one word no i frequently thought it would be pleasant to split the difference with that mule and i would gladly have done so if i could have gotten one half of his no me and mule worried along till we came to a creek mule did not desire to cross while i was trying to persuade him with a big stick a rock in his ear and a twister on his nose the caisson of a battery was about to cross
the driver said i'll take your mule over for you so he got a large two-inch rope tied one end around the mule's neck and the other to the caisson and ordered the driver to whip up the mule was loath to take to the water he was no baptist and did not believe in immersion and had his views about crossing streams but the rope began to tighten the mule to squeal out his protestations against such villainous proceedings the rope however was stronger than the mule's no and he was finally prevailed upon by the strength of the rope to cross the creek on my taking the rope off he shook himself and seemed to say you think that you are mighty smart folks but you are a little too smart i gave it up that that mule's no was a little stronger than my determination he seemed to be in deep meditation i got on him again when all of a sudden he lifted his head pricked up his ears began to champ his bit gave a little squeal got a little faster and finally into a gallop and then a run he seemed all at once to have remembered or to have forgotten something and was now making up for lost time with all my pulling and see-sawing and strength i could not stop him until he brought up with me at corinth mississippi chapter two
