The Battle of Gettysburg began on the morning of July 1st, 1863 when Brigadier General John Bufordâs cavalry engaged Major General Henry Hethâs Confederates outside the northwest corner of the town. Bufordâs objective was to delay the Rebel advance long enough for Union infantry to arrive and set up defensive positions on favorable ground. Major General John Reynoldsâ 1st Corps was the first Federal infantry to arrive. One of these 1st Corps units was the Iron Brigade, consisting of the 2nd, 6th, and 7th Wisconsin, the 19th Indiana, and 24th Michigan infantry regiments. Upon arriving at the scene of the fighting, the Iron Brigade regiments with the exception of the 6th Wisconsin were ordered forward into the Herbst Woods to engage the Tennessee and Alabama regiments of Brigadier General James Archerâs brigade. The 6th Wisconsin was ordered to cross the Chambersburg Pike (also referred to as the Cashtown Road) on the right and support Brigadier General Lysander Cutlerâs brigade as it faced Brigadier General Joseph Davisâ brigade of Mississippi and North Carolina troops. Lt. Colonel Rufus Dawes was in command of the 6th Wisconsin Infantry that day. Dawes wrote some excellent postwar accounts of his experiences in the Iron Brigade. Here are some excerpts from one of his accounts of the 6th Wisconsin at Gettysburg. The regiment halted at the fence along the Cashtown Turnpike, and I gave the order to fire. In the field, beyond the turnpike, a long irregular line of yelling Confederates could be seen running forward and firing, and our troops were running back in disorder. The fire of our carefully aimed muskets, resting on the fence rails, striking their flank, checked the rebels in their headlong advance. We could see the thin regiments of Cutlerâs brigade, beyond the turnpike, were being almost destroyed. The rebel line swayed and bent, and the men suddenly stopped firing and ran into the railroad cut, which is parallel to the Cashtown Turnpike. I now ordered the men to climb over the turnpike fences and advance upon them. I was not aware of the existence of a railroad cut, and mistook the maneuver of the enemy for a retreat, but was soon undeceived by the heavy fire which they began at once to pour upon us from their cover in the cut. Captain John Ticknor, a dashing soldier, one of our finest officers, fell dead while climbing the second fence, and others were struck, but the line pushed on. When over the fence and in the field, and subjected to an infernal fire, I saw the Ninety-fifth New York regiment coming gallantly into line upon our leftâŚFarther to the left was the Fourteenth Brooklyn Regiment, but we were ignorant of the fact. The Ninety-fifth New York had about one hundred men in action. Major Edward Pye appeared to be in command. Running hastily to the major, I said, âWe must charge,â and asked him if they were with us. The gallant major replied, âCharge it is,â and they were with us to the end. âForward, charge!â was the order given by both the major and myself. We were now receiving a fearfully destructive fire from the hidden enemy. Men who had been shot were leaving the ranks in crowds. Any correct picture of this charge would represent a V-shaped crowd of men, with the colors at the advance point. moving firmly and hurriedly forward, while the whole field behind is streaming with men who had been shot, and who atr struggling to the rear or sinking in death upon the groundâŚMeanwhile the colors were down upon the ground several times, but were raised at once by the heroes of the color guard. Not one of the guard escaped, every man being killed or wounded. Four hundred and twenty men started as a regiment from the turnpike fence, of whom two hundred and forty reached the railroad cut. Years afterward I found the distance passed over to be one hundred and seventy-five paces. Every officer proved himself brave, true, and heroic in encouraging the men to breast this deadly storm, but the real impetus was the eager, determined valor of our men who carried muskets in the ranks. The rebel color would be seen waving defiantly just above the edge of the railroad cutâŚCorporal Eggleston, of âCo. H,â a mere boy, sprang forward to seize it, and was shot dead the moment his hand touched the color. Private Anderson, of his company, furious at the killing of his brave young comradeâŚswung aloft his musket and with a terrific blow split the skull of the rebel who had shot young EgglestonâŚInto this deadly melee rushed Corporal Francis A. Waller, who seized and held the rebel battle flag. His name will remain upon the historic record, as he received from Congress a medal for this deed. Robert E. Lee George Gordon Meade James Longstreet The Battle of Gettysburg
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9g1-... Those that Face Off against any Member of the Scottish Dawes Clan might have My Sympathy. Tall, Scary, Ugly Scotsmen. Did I Mention one of many Names I have is Dawes?
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