It was, verily, a life and death grapple, and the least flicker on our part, would have been sure death to all.

We could not be reinforced on account of our position, and we had to stand up to the rack, fodder or no fodder.

When the Yankees fell back, and the firing ceased, I never saw so many broken down and exhausted men in my life.

I was as sick as a horse, and as wet with blood and sweat as I could be, and many of our men were vomiting with excessive fatigue, over-exhaustion, and sunstroke; our tongues were parched and cracked for water, and our faces blackened with powder and smoke, and our dead and wounded were piled indiscriminately in the trenches.

There was not a single man in the company who was not wounded, or had holes shot through his hat and clothing.