|Soldier: Order Valium Online|
|Unit/Service Branch: 83rd Infantry|
|Home State: Pennsylvania|
|Date Written: Wednesday, November 11th, 1863|
|Location: Kelly's Ford,|
|Correspondence Type: Letter|
|Subjects: Camp Life, Commanders, Comrades, Eastern Theater, Family, Politics, Warfare|
Headquarters Third Brigade,
Dear Sister L. : —
I have another name to put on my battle pin ( when I get
it), that of "Rappahannock Station, November 8th." Soldiers
have a fashion of counting up their battles, with an
honest pride when they reach a certain number, and I will
count up mine and then tell you a little about the last.
Hanover Court House, a battle then, a skirmish now, Me-
chanicsville, Games' Mill, which no one calls less than a battle
even now, Savage Station, White Oak Swamp, Glendale,
Malvern Hill, then the greatest battle of America, Second
Bull Run, Antietam, Shepherdstown Ford, Fredericksburg,
the slaughter pen, skirmish at Richards' Ford, Chancellors-
ville, Loudon Valley, Gettysburg. Jones' Cross Roads, and
Quite a little list, and as I have always been there when
the Third Brigade has, I do not feel ashamed of my record.
About four o'clock last Saturday morning the reveille
sounded and in half an hour the camps of our division were
all astir, brilliant with fires, bristling with preparation for
the march at daylight. Daylight came and we began the
march toward the river. The day was cold and windy and
very dusty, but we marched rapidly and by noon we reached
the rebel pickets, or our advance discovered them a mile
from the river. We halted for an hour or two, while the
generals made their dispositions, and then formed in line.
Our division came next to the railroad, on the south of it.
On the other side was the Sixth Corps, Second Division of
the Fifth Corps on our left and Third Division in reserve.
At 2 :30 p. m. the line advanced. The skirmishers soon
ran on to a cavalry picket and fired, and the way the rebs did "
git" over the little hill was a warning to slow horses. We
advanced steadily and soon came to a line of rebel skirmishers
thrown out to meet us. They fired and fell back and
soon the artillery opened on our line, but oh, such firing !
Shells burst all around and over us, but hardly one in the
right place. On our side of the river just above the railroad
was a fort mounting six or seven guns and the opposite
bank of the river was bristling with field batteries.
Griffin's battery (our favorite) got into position to send
a message to the nearest fort and our skirmishers advanced.
The rebs opened on them and the aforesaid pet opened on
the rebs, and over the rampart went our boys and out went
the rebs. Some of them jumped into the river up to their
necks, but they had to come back. The result was sixty-
five men and five officers prisoners, and seven guns (all in
The paper states that the Sixth Corps took the fort. It
may be so, but men who were the first in say that only
one sergeant and one officer from the Sixth were there,
and I know that the Eighty-third and Forty-fourth took the
prisoners, because I saw and counted them myself and heard
Colonel Connor's report when he brought them to Colonel
Well, that was about all of it. It was after sundown
when the fort was taken and we could not cross the river
till morning. Our casualties were very small, twenty killed
and wounded in the brigade, three wounded and none killed
in the Eighty-third.
We went back into the woods to bivouac. No fires were
allowed, but a good many were made, nevertheless, and I
made out to get a cup of coffee. I tied my horse to a fallen
tree and lay down close by him, and the rascal kept me
awake half the night. He pulled my haversack out from
under my head, pulled my blankets off, and once I woke and
found him with my bugle in his mouth chewing the tassel.
By daylight we were on the move down the river to
Kelly's Ford, crossed on pontoons and back into the country
three miles and bivouacked. Monday we lay all day in
bivouac and at sundown got up and came back this side the
river. Our First Division did. The rest of the corps remained.
We had big times that night for fires. We had no wood,
camped on a plain where there had been an old camp,
and not a stake for our horses or stick to burn could we
find. The wind blew furiously and it began to snow.
The mounted orderlies and I after unsaddling put out
and finally found a pole thirty feet long half a mile away.
We took that, carried it up and laid it on the ground to tie
to. The other boys had got some brush afire and we got
coffee and lay down. That night it snowed an inch deep
on our blankets. Next morning we moved back into the
woods, where we are now and expect to stay a few days to
I have heard nothing from the War Department yet.
Begin to think I am rejected. Write again soon.