Without breakfast, tired, hungry and with blistered feet, sadness was pictured on the faces of my companions as we were hastening on through the dust to the death of some of us and to great suffering of others. We gave the old and familiar yell in return, and no sad faces were seen for a while, but on the other hand duty to our Southland and our Southern homes, could be seen pictured on the faces of every member of our company. In a very short time General Gregg came up and ordered our Captain to move his company and take our proper place in the regiment. After taking our place in line we could see our skirmishers falling back. This proved to me that we would soon be in a hot engagement.
Soldier seeks safety after being wounded during battle.
In 1863, Frank Herron, child soldier, hobbled off in a similar fashion. Never will I forget the picture of sadness that was on the faces of my comrades, the majority of whom were as still as death. In the twinkling of an eye sadness and despair vanished an in its place appeared a determination to conquer or die. Onward we went with the rebel yell, driving the enemy back through a cornfield and across a deep narrow creek. Here we were ordered to lie down and continue to fight in this position.