"Rear rank, fire at will; commence firing." Now, all this happened in less time than it has taken me to write it.

They charged right upon us, no doubt expecting to ride right over us, and trample us to death with the hoofs of their horses.
They tried to spur and whip their horses over us, but the horses had more sense than that.

We were pouring a deadly fire right into their faces, and soon men and horses were writhing in the death agonies; officers were yelling at the top of their voices, "Surrender! surrender!" but we were having too good a thing of it.

We were killing them by scores, and they could not fire at us; if they did they either overshot or missed their aim.

Their ranks soon began to break and get confused, and finally they were routed, and broke and ran in all directions, as fast as their horses could carry them.
When we re-formed our regiment and marched back, we found that General Johnston's army had all passed over the bridge at Resacca.