He heard the voices of officers shouting to both cavalry and infantry to charge, and then there was a confused and terrible melee.
Harry never remembered much of that charge, and he was glad that he did not.

He preferred that it should remain a blur in which he could not pick out the details.

He was conscious of the shock, when horse met horse and body met body.

He saw the flash of rifle and pistol shots, and the gleam of sabers through the smoke, and he heard a continuous shouting kept up by friend and foe.
Then he felt the Northern army, struck with such terrific force, giving way.

Kenly had made a heroic stand, but he could no longer support the attacks from all sides.