“Little Doctor on the Black Horse” Post#8 – Battle for Atlanta –

It was nearly the first of August before orders came to rejoin the army slowly fighting its way south to Atlanta.

“Camp 17th O.V.I., near Atlanta, Aug. 14/64 – I am writing, lying flat on my stomach behind a heavy breastwork, 50 yards behind our regiment. It is safe from rifle fire and cannon, unless an artillery shell should burst directly overhead. Last Wednesday we occupied a very dangerous place where the 31st Ohio had just lost 2 men. Our men and Rebs agreed not to shoot but the sharp shooters were on the lookout for officers. Toward dark, our adjutant stepped out and got a ball through his head. All is quiet now. Our boys and the Johnnies are as friendly as can be. We have been trading coffee for tobacco with them. But now their officers will not permit them to trade, as so many desert. When we shoot, we holler over and tell them to lie low, and when we are done, we holler, ‘The war is over. Bring on your tobacco, Johnnies.’”

With most of the South now in Union hands, there was a feeling of despair in Rebel ranks. This feeling was shared by some high officers, and the governor of Georgia, but President Davis still talked of victory.

“It is reported that a Reb brigade got permission to charge our works, but when they got most up they threw down their arms, and ran into our lines. Their battery opened up on them with grape and canister, killing and wounding many. Over 600 got in safely. We are so close together now, and since we have stopped shooting, we get a great many. The Johnnies would come down to a spring. Our boys would meet them there, give them some clothes, and they would come back with us. Now the Reb officers have ordered their men to shot if we start out. Got none today.”

“Aug. 28/64 – Two days ago, at 2 A.M., we started. Troops were moving all night. We are cut off from communication and bound for Dixie. The enemy falls back as we advance. I think we are on the eve of a big fight; it seems just like Chickamauga. When the army moved yesterday, I fell a little behind, to tend a sick man. I circled out through the fields to catch up to my place, and near a barn, seated on a pie of straw, sat Gens. Sherman and Thomas, eating their dinner. I saw they had hard tack. Sherman looked rather cross, but Papa Thomas was sedate and thoughtful as usual. He is a man who says little and that right to the point; but still if even a private goes to him about something he doesn’t understand and has a right to know, Tommy will explain to the minute detail. I hear that Sherman was not pleased because the Army of the Cumberland did not get into place sooner. He thinks there is none like the Army of the Tennessee. I think Thomas would stick up for the Cumberland, though I think they were very slow starting.”

GO TO NEXT POST: The Fall of Atlanta

INDEX OF POSTS

HOME

© 1961 by Harriott Benedict Wickham Barton. All rights reserved.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: