I was told that there was one man among these whose conversation seemed to indicate that he was a general officer.
I sent to ascertain his rank, but he replied: "Tell General Doubleday in a few minutes I shall be where there is no rank." He expired soon after, and I never learned his name.
The rebels did not seem to appreciate my humanity in sending out to bring in their wounded, for they opened a savage fire against the stretcher-bearers.

One shell burst among us, a piece of it knocked me over on my horse's neck, and wounded Lieutenant Cowdry of my staff.
When Pickett--the great leader--looked around the top of the ridge he had temporarily gained, he saw it was impossible to hold the position.

Troops were rushing in on him from all sides.

The Second Corps were engaged in a furious assault on his front.

His men were fighting with clubbed muskets, and even banner staves were intertwined in a fierce and hopeless struggle.