He was constantly carrying orders from one part of the field to the other, amid such a shower of shot and shell that it seemed marvelous that anyone could exist within it.

To his great grief Wildfire was killed under him, but he himself escaped without a scratch.

When he came afterward to try to describe the battle to those at home, he could give no account of it.
"To me," he said, "it was simply a chaos of noise and confusion.

Of what was going on I knew nothing.

The din was appalling.