Avery, my uncle, who was looking on the battle field for me, found me about twelve o'clock that night in good spirits, and left me promising to have me carried off in the morning, which he did. I considered myself truly fortunate in getting into the cellar, for it not only rained, but a night amid the dead and dying is not very pleasant. I was partially shielded from the discordant sounds of the wounded and dying, but I heard sufficient to apall the ear of the most hard-hearted stoic. Discordant sound rent the air, yells, shrieks, piteous groans and crys of suffering reached the ear on every side. The features were variously marked, some wore the stern aspect of battle, even in death, some presented pictures of despair, some of reckless determination, some of fright and still some of calmness and self satisfaction truly sublime.
Peace be to their ashes, a soldier's fate.
How wonderfully sudden, how apparently awful. Samuel Cosmo Lowry lived to fight another day, he was only 16 years old during this battle. He recovered quickly and was back with the 17th S.C. a year later. His last battle was the Battle of the Crater, where 5 hours after the explosion, he led his men into harms way, taking back the lines lost to the Yankees in a Glorious Confederate Victory. However, he died in the process, at only the age of 19 years old.