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The FReeper Foxhole Remembers J. B. Ulmer and Sidney Johnston at Shiloh (4/6/1862) - Nov 19th, 2003
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Posted on 11/19/2003 12:00:15 AM PST by SAMWolf



Lord,

Keep our Troops forever in Your care

Give them victory over the enemy...

Grant them a safe and swift return...

Bless those who mourn the lost.
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for all those serving their country at this time.


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A GLIMPSE OF ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON THROUGH
THE SMOKE OF SHILOH.

Thirty-nine years ago, April 6th, 1862,1 was fought one of the bloodiest battles that ever occurred on this continent, called by the Confederates the Battle of Shiloh, from a large log church somewhat to the left of the centre of our line of battle, which was used by General Beauregard as his headquarters. But to begin this tale of the long ago, I will say I was a member at that time of Company C, Wirt Adams's Cavalry; a regiment composed of companies from Alabama, Mississippi and Louisana. Our Company was raised chiefly in Choctaw County, Alabama, with contingents from both Washington and Clarke Counties. One of the commissioned officers, Lieutenant White, was from Washington County. The Company was raised early in the summer of 1861 and organized at Mt. Sterling, Alabama, with F. Y. Gaines, captain; W. W. Long, W. P. Cheney and — White, lieutenants.



Our services had been offered through the governor of the State to the Confederate government. We were fully equipped with Sharp's rifles, sabers, Colt's army revolvers, and the regular U. S. dragoon saddles. Our uniform was a heavy gray cassimere, with the proper trimmings incident to that branch of the service. This equipment, including the uniforms, was presented to the company by Colonel Sam Ruffin, of Choctaw County; hence the name by which we were known, "Ruffin Dragoons." The ladies of Mt. Sterling and its vicinity—women of blessed memory—met from day to day in the Masonic hall of the village, until every member was furnished with a handsome uniform.

Nearly every man furnished his own horse; some were supplied by the more wealthy citizens of the county; others again were complimented by being presented with finer animals than they possessed, or horses more fitted for the hard service they were destined to endure—notably, as I remember, Captain Gaines was presented by Hon. Frank Lyon, of Demopolis, with a fine sorrel. The equipment furnished by Colonel Ruffin, I was informed, cost him about $30,000. How well I remember the day when we left Mt. Sterling for the front, the 25th of September, 1861. Nearly all of us were young men and boys just from school. The officers were older, and Captain Gaines had seen service in Mexico as an officer of U. S. dragoons. This, of course, gave some prestige, and lent us some prominence in the regiment to which we were assigned. I, myself, was fresh from the class-room, with no experience whatever of any of the ruder sides of life.


Confederate Charge upon Prentiss's Camp on Sunday morning


We went from Mt. Sterling to Lauderdale, Mississippi, where we were loaded on trains for Memphis, Tennessee. There we were enrolled "for the war in the Confederate service." We went by way of Nashville to Bowling Green, Kentucky, and became a part of General A. S. Johnston's army confronting Buell, the Federal commander in that part of the State. Here we joined other companies, and Wirt Adams's Cavalry Regiment was formed. We were drilled in company and regimental tactics, picketing the front and doing scouting duties.

Early in February, 1862, the Federals, not desiring to force Johnston's position, commenced flanking movements by way of the Cumberland and Tennessee Rivers, pushing their gunboats up those streams, and gaining the battle of Fort Donelson, where the Confederate General Buckner surrendered a considerable force. This made it apparent that the withdrawal of the army from Bowling Green was imperative.


Conference of Confederate commanders the night before the battle From left to right, General P G. T Beauregard, General L. Polk (seated), General John C. Breckinridge, General A. S. Johnston, General Braxton Bragg, and Major J. F Gilmer, General W J. Hardee was not present.


After the Battle of Fort Donelson, General Grant pushed his forces further south to the vicinity of Pittsburg, a small village on the Tennessee River, not more than twenty-five miles from Corinth, Mississippi, where the Confederates were rapidly gathering to oppose his advance. At this particular place, General Johnston came prominently into view before the country and the world. His methods and strategy had been severely criticized by a part of the Southern press. Mile after mile of the country had been given up without a blow, and apparently it was not understood or approved. It was said a delegation even went to Richmond and demanded the general's removal. But Mr. Davis said to them "if Albert Sidney Johnston is not a general, I have none; so they got back in time to see one of the masterly moves of the war—one by which undoubtedly the conqueror of Lee at Appomattox would have been relegated to the shades had not death overtaken Johnston on the evening of April 6, 1862.

Three days' rations were ordered in the haversacks, and our regiment took the road in the direction of Monterey. I think this was Wednesday, the 3d of April. Other roads leading in that direction were choked with moving masses of men, infantry, and artillery, with their necessary trains of ordnance and commissary stores. The weather had been rainy and the roads were bad. Who of us that was there and toiled through that rain and mud can ever forget it?


General Albert Sidney Johnston, CSA


On the morning of the 5th of April, Company C of Wirt Adams's Regiment was ordered to report to the commanding general for escort duty. Our uniforms were new and our horses in good condition, and altogether we did not make a bad appearance. Well do I recollect the look of wonder and inquiry that swept over young and beardless faces when we heard the words of the order. We knew of the lonely vigil on the far out picket post, the firing line on the skirmish front, scouting, and so on, but the idea of being escort to the head of the army brought up all sorts of questions, and our officers were plied with inquiries.

Right here let us notice some conditions that always held between the Confederate private and his officers. Off duty, we all were free and easy. Even on duty, except on drill and parade, there ran all through the army an easy tolerance that lent itself so admirably to both rank and file when the individualism of the soldier was demanded in hottest battle; when lines irregularly rushed to the charge, or beaten back, would suddenly nerve themselves to a stand and again rush forward—not shoulder to shoulder, or elbows touching, as we often read in fancy sketches, but every man and officer acting, as it were, individually, and each feeling as if the result depended upon himself alone. So in camp the license of the soldier was controlled by the "morale" of the man, and hence the proverbial easy intercourse between officers and men.

However, we soon found out our duties as a general's escort, though our lot together, alas, was too short. The night of the 5th of April, General Johnston bivouacked in a skirt of woods near an old field, an infantry line of battle just in front and extending through the dense woods and thickets to right and left, with batteries of field artillery just in the rear and occupying assigned positions given them by the staff.



From early in the day, General Johnston had been anxious for the more prompt arrival of the troops. Delay after delay occurred. Staff officers had been sent back to urge haste, but it developed that the two corps of Bragg and Polk had become entangled with each other, on account of the narrow muddy roads, and the miring ordnance and artillery teams, and a part of one of these commands had to diverge into the woods and cut a new road before the forward movement could be hastened. It was evident that the attack was to begin on the arrival of the troops in position, and but for this delay the battle would have opened on Saturday. What might have been the result had the plans of the general been caried out can now only be left to conjecture. Certain it is, Buell would not have been in reach, for on that day his army was nearly twenty-five miles away, and the history of the second day would not so have been written, and General Grant would not have been at Appomattox to receive General Lee's surrender.

But I am anticipating. The escort bivouacked near the general's headquarters. Our slim rations in the haversacks were exhausted, and our commissary wagon was far in the rear. Sentinels were detailed under a proper officer and thrown around the general's tent; night and quiet had settled down immediately around us. Only the distant tramp of detailed detachments as they hurried to join their respective brigades, or the peculiar rumble of some battery of artillery, until then delayed in the mud, struck the ear. Silence had been enjoined on the troops, and no one can forget the weird effect and impressions made upon one, silently gazing through the gloom of the woods on the still ranks of men lying upon their arms, with the flags and guidons hanging limp on their staffs, and the long lines dimmer to the eye as night fell upon the scene. The night was dark and damp, and the April wind stirring the boughs of the tall trees sang in the hearts of many men that lay beneath, as they thought of home, a dirge of death.


Brigadier-General John C. Breckenridge.
From a photograph by Geo. S. Cook


Our sentinels, in regular reliefs, guarded headquarters. All were hungry. Our horses had no corn, and our men no bread. R. M. Hearin, of Bladon Springs, Alabama, was on guard that night, his relief coming on in the early morning, and I have heard him tell how the early breakfast of the staff affected him. They would throw away crusts of bread and bits of crackers as they talked, and as his regular beat caried him near the circle of officers, who sat or stood around the camp chest, he would pick up some of the rejected crusts and munch and listen as he walked. Towards morning, general officers had been gathering at the headquarters, and daylight revealed a historic group. Some had come voluntarily, some had been summoned by courier. Mr. Hearin says, hungry and fagged out as he was, he was exceedingly interested by the tense but subdued manner of the group. The argument even then was for or against a general attack. It seems that all the officers did not agree with General Johnston, notably the second in command, who favored a forced reconnaissance, and then dealing with details as they developed.

About six o'clock, still early for the cloudy April morning, and whilst they still ate crackers and sipped coffee, some talking, General Johnston mainly a listener, the heavy denseness of the air was jarred by an ominous sound apparently not far off. All knew what it meant. General Johnston was standing erect, if I remember rightly, when the roar of the gun broke upon his ear. He immediately faced the group and said, "Gentlemen, the ball has opened; no time for argument now," or words to that effect, and asking an officer to note the time, he immediately called for his horse. "Boots and saddles" for our company was sounded, and we sprang into the saddle. How well I remember the mien and manner of General Hardee, as he quitted the group and made for his horse held a short distance away by an orderly. His form was erect; his stride long but regular; and as he walked he gathered up his trailing sword, and tucking it under his arm so reached his horse.



At a gallop he went in the direction of his command, which was mainly to our left, as I now recall these incidents. A portion of the troops that were near us had silently moved forward in the night. Perhaps the whole line moved forward; I do not know, but I remember we had several hundred yards to ride in the direction we took before we came in sight of the lines now fully engaged.

Immediately following the opening gun, portions of lines seemed to me to commence firing by volleys. Then the division to which we were advancing became engaged all at once; the file-firing seemed continuous, as if the men were engaged in close and steady duel. The artillery to right and left of us and in front also had now awakened to a continual volume of sound—no stop, no intermission. Now, for the first time, I heard the sound of "dread artillery," for almost immediately the enemy responded with every available gun, and round shot and shell came through or over the ranks in a storm. The mists of the morning were heavy, and the smoke clinging close to the ground made it difficult to see ten paces in front.


The Hornets Nest


I shall remember the first wounded man I saw as we passed in. He was half reclining near the foot of an oak tree with an awful wound in his stomach, made apparently by a fragment of a shell, a portion of his bowels protruding and partly lying on the ground. Evidently he had just been wounded, for as General Johnston stopped to talk to him a moment, his eyes were bright and face animated as he was telling the general how the Yankees broke and fled at the first fire. General Johnston ordered the surgeon who was along with us to stop and give him some attention.



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About this time, or perhaps a few yards further on, the general was notified that part of our line was giving way. Instantly he quickened to a gallop, with the staff and escort following, and right into the mêlée we plunged. Here was my first sight of the "battle joined." It must have been a part of Hindman's line, for we saw that officer in one of the most dramatic scenes I witnessed during the whole war. Mounted on a fine horse, his uniform covered with an oil poncho which glistened in the light rain that was falling, he was just behind his line, whooping like a Comanche, with his horse in a dead run, and from one end of his brigade to the other he was urging his charging column forward on the enemy, who were giving Rolands for Olivers, it seemed to me, as fast as they could be swapped. Suddenly a shell tore through General Hindman's horse, throwing him to the ground. The general, not hurt, was on his feet in a moment, still urging his men forward.


The loss of a "Brilliant General,” General Johnston Mortally Wounded


General Johnston's presence soon rallied the broken line to the right of where we saw Hindman, and as the smoke for an instant lifted, I saw the men leaping forward to a battery right at us. And right here I saw a Yankee hero. As our men rushed on, I saw a man standing still by one of the guns, while others were fleeing. All this was but an instant, for the smoke immediately covered the scene, and I do not know what was his fate. The only damage we sustained here was a few horses wounded.

General Johnston, quickly leaving this part of the line, went towards the right. Always at a gallop, we traversed a great part of the field. He seemed cool and collected all the time. Only once did I descry any gleam of enthusiasm. Staff and various other officers were continually galloping up to him and off again. My position in column brought me at times very near him, and I remember that a young officer came up at full speed and said something to the general, who listened intently, then suddenly throwing out his right arm and bringing it in with a curve said: "Tell General Breckinridge to sweep them into the river." The night before, General Breckinridge was in command of the reserves, and at that time these troops were engaging the enemy on the extreme right and driving them.


General Benjamin Mayberry Prentiss, USA


About ten o'clock, or perhaps a little earlier, we rode into one of the enemy's encampments, from which our infantry had previously swept them. The tents were pitched in company front and were full of the impediments of a field force. Evidently the men had been interrupted at an early breakfast, for at some of the campfires the breakfast was untouched, and some of the soldiers, partly undressed, lay dead in the tents. Yet they say no surprise was ever acknowledged by General Grant. I do not know how this was, for they fought stubbornly from position. Some of our after-experiences of surprisals under General Wheeler made us think of occasions when we knew that surprised Yankees could and would fight. I will not notice further this controversy, but I here add my testimony to the gallant stands made hour after hour through this day of rout by that Federal army. The carnage of this field was terrible, nearly one man in three being either killed or wounded. Battery after battery was disabled, and their brave dead lay silently attesting how gallantly they had stuck to their guns. Particularly I remember one Union battery; the wheels of some of the guns were shattered, and dead men and dead and wounded horses lay around. The men seemed to be all young and clad in new uniforms with the red cap and red stripe of the artillery branch of the service still fresh and defiant on their lifeless forms. Their wounds were ghastly; and, though they were invaders of our Southern homes, as I looked into the pallid young faces, I boyishly felt pity for my dead enemies.


General Johnston was mortally wounded near this tree, he died in the nearby ravine. His body was sent to New Orleans and was buried in the Metairie cemetery. His body was exhumed after the war and reburied in Texas. Courtesy of Kenny Meyers, Slidell, Louisiana


Directly after leaving that part of the field, where the order above mentioned was sent to General Breckinridge, General Johnston made other rapid moves, first to one part of the field, then to another. I do not remember our ever coming in contact with General Beauregard; but for a part of the day that general was very active on the left, though sick the most of the time, as reported. He had two horses killed or wounded under him during the day.

While passing through one of the encampments, we stopped long enough to snatch a morsel of food, for, remember, we were still fasting. Fortunately a sutler's shop was near and into that I went. Boy-like I looked for cake, and I got it, too. Some of us did not forget our poor horses, and I for one quickly bagged a feed of oats and carried it until my horse could eat it. How strange it is these little things should occur to me now as I write. At one time General Johnston's movement was so rapid and the smoke so thick we did not keep up with him, and I remember how he turned to us his grave face and steady eye as he watched us in column "at attention" close in upon him.


The ravine where Gen. Johnston died


A great many things occurred during the day that I have only an indistinct mental view of now, and I can not recall them. One I will mention. Away off to the right in some fields we were passing through, one of the staff—Colonel Preston, I think—called attention to a body of men who, he was apprehensive, might be part of a Federal column. At any rate, he called for a scout, and Jesse A. Norwood was sent to him. Norwood was promised mention, if his work should be satisfactory, in the official report of the battle; and our comrade's name and his special service that day were duly placed on record.

I hope the digression will not be condemned if I introduce here an anecdote of this same beloved comrade of the olden days. It was away up in Kentucky and before General Breckinridge had thrown his lot with us. Our regiment had been ordered to meet the general on a certain road and escort him with honors to Bowling Green. However, he did not come then; but a few days afterwards he did come rather unheralded to us, and, as fortune would have it, passed through our company on his way. We were on the railroad, and those not on duty were taking the warmth of a winter's sun, when some one notified us of the approach of the distinguished ex-vice-president of the United States, who was now coming to join the Confederates. Various comments, pro and con, had been freely passed on his delay, and some thought he had delayed too long his coming, accusing him of temporizing, etc. He was almost upon us before we knew of his presence. We were alert, of course, in a moment, and every man on his feet. Somehow, in those days, apple-jack was mighty good, and had a way of getting into our canteens. Its very odor was exhilarating, and the boys were always happy and exceedingly plain-spoken when it had given the inspiration. That day our comrade was frank and to the point. As the distinguished ex-official was passing near, Norwood was heard to say with some little expressive expletive attached, "As they wouldn't give you what you wanted over there, you have come to us." General Breckinridge, dressed in citizen's clothes, with tall beaver hat, was just stepping over the rails at the time, and with us heard every word that was said. Boy-like, some of us tittered; but a smile lit up the handsome features of Breckinridge, while the boys took the cue and "opened up," giving the noted Kentuckian his first Confederate ovation. Norwood was afterward a lieutenant in our company, and was captured in one of our famous raids through Tennessee under General Wheeler. He and Captain Reid, one of Wheeler's staff, were captured together.


Information tablet in the ravine


A great part of the battlefield of Shiloh was wooded, and broken up in ravines, through which small streams flowed, either into Owl Creek on our right, or into Snake Creek on our left. Between these two historic streams, and with the Tennessee River in their rear, the Federal army was marshaled, and it heroically strove to make a stand for its flag and honor. Thicket and woodland were cut and gashed by ball and shell; the dead lay thick on slope and shallow, and the wounded of both armies were carried back to field hospitals, established as convenience or necessity prompted. The din and roar of battle was incessant, and the "rebel yell" as continuous as the stream of fire. Flag and man, bush and brake, seemed to join in the wild and yet wilder enthusiasm, and it was funny to see the old, staid West Point officers with hat in hand ringing an heroic measure to its music.

It is told of Early in Virginia that at one time General Jackson had severely reproved him for some license a part of his troops had taken on the march. A short time afterward, he, with Jackson and other officers, stood watching the storming of the enemy's line by the same troops. Again and again they were thrown back, and anxiety was shown on every face; finally, with the well-known yell, they swept the guns. As they disappeared in the smoke, General Lee's "bad old man" could stand it no longer. Forgetting the presence of General Jackson, he threw his hat on the ground, and, jumping on it, cried out, "D—n those fellows, they can steal hereafter what they want."


Site of the death of Gen. Albert Sydney Johnston


And so it was, east and west, the same wild music of our tattered ranks always carried consternation to the foe. With the Yankees, it was entirely different. Their slogan seemed to be perfunctory. It was "huzza-huzza," and sometimes "hip-hip-huzza," especially in the earlier days of the war. However, toward the close of the war, they too learned to "holler" in some sort of civilized way.
1 posted on 11/19/2003 12:00:17 AM PST by SAMWolf
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The bloody day had turned toward its evening; its sulphurous smoke was getting thicker around our beloved chieftain. Sherman on the right had commenced forming his last lines; their coign of vantage called the "Hornet's Nest" was being girdled with bayonet and crested with cannon, and their troops were gradually driven in toward it. Later than this, perhaps about four o'clock, Gibson and his Louisianians suffered greatly. General Johnston was closing in rapidly; the lines were narrowing, and the last camps taken. Right here, we were left by the general, and we did not see him again.



It must have been about half past two in the afternoon that his preparations for the final blow were made. A part of a brigade was sweeping forward toward the position we occupied. Some troops in the last camp were fighting with platoon front—an old formation adapted to defile firing. The troops were in column, platoon front, all moving forward; the first platoon would fire, then break in the center, counter-march to the rear, and expose the second platoon, which went through the same movement; then third, then fourth, all the time the whole body of men moving forward. It was a beautiful movement, and at school under Gilman's old tactics I had drilled in the same, and it deeply interested me. During the whole war I never saw it repeated.

General Johnston was near the tents with his back turned, looking to the rear and over and beyond us. The smoke was dense, the din cataclysmal. Looking toward us, the general pointed to a nearby depression in the ground—no word was spoken or could be heard. Captain Gaines understood it as an order to uncover the front of a regiment of infantry that was approaching the general in line of battle. I was very near to its right flank as it passed us, and knowing of the fierce grapple that was awaiting it, I looked into the faces of the men, who were trying to keep in regular order as they advanced over the rough uneven ground. They were pale but steady, seemingly intent on every order shouted by regimental or company officers.


In this water-painting, Confederates attack the Union positions at Shiloh


General Johnston still sat his horse, calm and immovable, watching them. When they came, say within twenty feet of him, with a slight motion of his hand, as if in salute, he turned his horse and rode slowly in their front, and directly all had disappeared. That was our last glimpse of Johnston through the smoke of Shiloh.

We waited in the position assigned us, having one man, and perhaps a horse or two, wounded while in this ravine. The storm of battle kept creeping into the distance, the musket balls that had mostly flown above us now and then dropping spent of force. We dismounted to let our horses eat and munch the oaten luncheon we had captured earlier in the day, while we ourselves finished the cake of the Yankee commissary. Still we waited; no news nor orders. Finally an officer approached and had some talk with Captain Gaines. We noticed there was no hurry; the men were anxious, but no news was vouchsafed to us. Perhaps other orders came to the captain; I do not remember, but finally he mounted and started out towards the left of the line.

Then the rumor ran through the company that the general was dead. Some supposed we were going to General Beauregard. But we did not; halt after halt was made, and, as night followed, the volume of rifle fire ceased, and the terrible shells of the Federal gunboats increased. They were shelling their captured camps, for they well knew the hungry Confederates were swarming through the tents. It is now well understood that the halt by General Beauregard about sundown was fatal to our overwhelming their entire army. Bragg held the front and was ready to go under the bluff.


General Prentiss troops defended this part of Shiloh, called the Hornets' Nest, His troops repulsed the Confederate Charges against the Sunken Road


While the lines were waiting and wondering what it meant, Dr. T. J. Savage, now of Mobile, then an officer in one of the Alabama regiments, told me he crept forward to have a look. He said he could see masses of men huddled together and apparently without formation. In fact they were boarding the gunboats as fast as the capacity of the staging would allow. The gallant Prentiss with the larger part of his brigade had been captured some time in the evening; hundreds of other prisoners had been all day streaming to our rear; the quartermaster and other ordnance officers had been gathering in the captured spoil, and the surgeons were red and busy with their dreadful work.

At night, in our bivouac, we were not without plenty to appease the hunger of the day. Huge tins from the camp stores were procured and filled with coffee; and, as the fiery missiles of the gunboats cleft the air above us with their awful shrieks, we reveled in the fatness of the enemy's camp.

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2 posted on 11/19/2003 12:01:02 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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During the morning of April 6, 1862, the thrust of the initial Confederate attack had pushed the Federal positions back toward Tennessee. Brigadier General Benjamin Prentiss, whose camp the Rebels had overrun early on, was forced back a mile to a strong position along a sunken road.

Prentiss's line, which included the greenest of the Union troops, was extended to his right by brigades of Brigadier General W.H.L. Wallace, and, to his left, by regiments of Brigadiet General Stephen Hurlbut's division. For several hours, the Federals standing or crouching behind the natural bank of the road, fought off almost a dozen determined Rebel attacks on their position which was dubbed by the Rebels "The Hornet's Nest" because of the intensity of fire stirred up every time an assault was mounted on it.

By the end of the fighting in this area, there were so many dead Rebel's in the field in front of the sunken road, it was said it was possible to walk across it stepping on bodies without touching the ground.

In the early afternoon of Arpil 6th, Prentiss's Federal's were entrenched in the sunken farm road, screened in front by dense thickets. There they fought off the last of four attacks made by Colonel Randel Gibson's brigade of Major General Braxton Bragg's division. The Confederates had to advance across an open field exposed to Union artillery. As they neared the thicket, rifle fire poured into their ranks.

At about 17:00 Prentiss finally was outflanked, he surrendered with 2,200 men. However, their brave stand had forestalled the Rebel advance and inflicted heavy casualties. In fact, the Union surrender served to break the momentum of the Rebel attack, the push in this sector was halted while the transfer of prisoners was organized. By the time the Rebels resumed their offensive, Grant had formed another defensive line, which held off the Rebels until nightfall.

The Confederate soldiers at the battle of Shiloh named the area along the Sunken Road the "Hornet's Nest" because of the heavy fire they had to face there. Gen. Daniel Ruggles witnessed eleven unsuccessful attacks and then gathered all the artillary he could find - 62 cannon in all - and opened fire on the Union line. With this aid, they were successful in capturing General Prentiss.

Fascinating Fact: The 62 cannon massed at the Hornets' Nest was the largest concentration of artillery yet to be assembled in an American war. The Battle of Shiloh was the largest battle fought on American soil up to that time.


3 posted on 11/19/2003 12:01:25 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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4 posted on 11/19/2003 12:01:52 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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Morning EGC. We're still in the mid 50's. Those are great mid November temps for us!

Thanks for the computer update reminder, I updated a few days ago so I'm good for now.
7 posted on 11/19/2003 3:13:25 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: snippy_about_it
Oh, how I love Your law! It is my meditation all the day. -Psalm 119:97


Increase your knowledge of God's Word,
For in it you will find
The wisdom that you need for life,
Which comes from God's own mind. -Sper

Spiritual strength requires a training program of Bible reading and prayer.

8 posted on 11/19/2003 4:02:30 AM PST by The Mayor (Through prayer, finite man draws upon the power of the infinite God.)
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To: snippy_about_it
Present!
9 posted on 11/19/2003 4:06:15 AM PST by manna
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To: The Mayor
Good morning Mayor. Thanks for the coffee and the Good Word.
10 posted on 11/19/2003 4:59:32 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: manna
Good morning manna.
11 posted on 11/19/2003 4:59:48 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: snippy_about_it; SAMWolf
Hey Ya'll - Good Morning. I read today's Foxhole with a heavy heart. Those men endured so much....more than we will ever know.

When they came, say within twenty feet of him, with a slight motion of his hand, as if in salute, he turned his horse and rode slowly in their front, and directly all had disappeared.
That was our last glimpse of Johnston through the smoke of Shiloh.

12 posted on 11/19/2003 5:03:14 AM PST by stainlessbanner
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To: stainlessbanner
bump
13 posted on 11/19/2003 5:19:34 AM PST by carton253 (To win the War on Terror, raise at once the black flag!)
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To: carton253
G'Morning Carton253 - grits and coffee for everyone. The colorful descriptions in today's Foxhole make us feel a part of the battle. Johnson's untimely departure is haunting....
14 posted on 11/19/2003 5:22:16 AM PST by stainlessbanner
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Johnson = Johnston
15 posted on 11/19/2003 5:22:59 AM PST by stainlessbanner
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To: snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; stainlessbanner
Mornin' Snippy,,Mornin'Sam.

The carnage of this field was terrible, nearly one man in three being either killed or wounded. Battery after battery was disabled, and their brave dead lay silently attesting how gallantly they had stuck to their guns. Particularly I remember one Union battery; the wheels of some of the guns were shattered, and dead men and dead and wounded horses lay around. The men seemed to be all young and clad in new uniforms with the red cap and red stripe of the artillery branch of the service still fresh and defiant on their lifeless forms. Their wounds were ghastly; and, though they were invaders of our Southern homes, as I looked into the pallid young faces, I boyishly felt pity for my dead enemies.

Such brave men, on both sides.

16 posted on 11/19/2003 5:29:04 AM PST by SCDogPapa (In Dixie Land I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie)
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To: SAMWolf
On This Day In History


Birthdates which occurred on November 19:
1600 Charles I king of England (1625-49); executed by Parliament
1752 George Rogers Clark frontier military leader in Revolutionary War
1770 Albert Bertel Thorvaldsen Copenhagen Denmark, sculptor (Dying Lion)
1805 Ferdinand de Lesseps France, diplomat (built Suez Canal)
1831 James A Garfield 20th President (March 4-Sept 19, 1881)
1859 Mikhail Ippolitov-Ivanov Russia, musician (Armenian Rhapsody)
1888 Jose Raul Capablanca Cuba, world chess champion (1921-27)
1899 Allen Tate US, poet (Mr Pope & Other Poems)
1905 Tommy Dorsey Mahanoy Plane PA, orchestra leader (Stage Show, Mahogany)
1917 Indira Gandhi Allahabad India, Indian PM (1966-77, 1980-84)
1919 Alan Young England, actor (Time Machine, Wilbur Post-Mr Ed)
1919 George Fenneman Peking China, TV announcer (You Bet Your Life)
1921 Roy Campanella Brooklyn Dodger catcher (NL MVP 1951/53/55)
1926 Jeane J Kirkpatrick US ambassador to UN (R)
1933 Larry King radio talk show host "143 Arivadechi" (Larry King Show)
1935 John F Welch Jr Salem MA, CEO (GE)
1936 Dick Cavett Kearney NB, talk show host (Dick Cavett Show)
1938 Ted Turner broadcasting mogul/owns (Atlanta Braves)/won America's Cup
1939 Garrick Utley Chicago IL, newscaster (1st Tuesday, NBC Weekend)
1941 Dan Haggerty Hollywood CA, actor (Grizzly Adams)
1942 Calvin Klein fashion designer (Calvin Klein Jeans)
1947 Bob Boone San Diego, catcher (Phillies, Angels)
1949 Ahmad Rashad (Bobby Moore) NFL receiver (Minnesota Vikings)/sportscaster
1949 Mickey Lee Davis Jr Tennessee, murderer (FBI Most Wanted List)
1954 Kathleen Quinlan Mill Valley Cal, actress (Rose Garden, Twilight Zone)
1956 Glynis O'Connor NYC, actress (California Dreaming, Ode to Billy Joe)
1956 Scott Jacoby Chicago IL, actor (Bad Ronald, Return to Horror High)
1957 Kathy Sanborn WBL guard (NY Stars)
1957 Otis J Anderson NFL running back (NY Giants, 1990 Superbowl MVP)
1957 Sharon Farrah WBL guard (NY Stars)
1960 "Lovely" Elizabeth Frankfurt KY, WWF's 1st lady of wrestling
1961 Meg Ryan Bethel CT, actress (When Harry Met Sally, As the World Turns)
1962 Jodie Foster Bronx NYC, actress (Taxi Driver, Accused)
1969 Sarka Lukesov 1st playmate in Czechoslovkian Playboy (May, 1991)


Deaths which occurred on November 19:
0498 Anastasius II, Pope (496-98 (Dante Inferno XI, 8-9), dies
1630 Johann Hermann Schein, German composer (Opella Nova), dies at 44
1703 Man in the Iron Mask, prisoner in Bastille prison in Paris, dies
1798 Theobald Wolfe Tone, Irish nationalist, dies
1828 Franz Schubert Austrian composer, died
1887 Emma Lazarus US poet ("Give us your tired & poor"), dies in NY at 38
1915 Joe Hill Labor leader, executed for murder
1971 Bill Stern sportscaster (Saturday Night Fights), dies at 64
1983 Peter Coffield Illinois, actor (Kevin-W.E.B.), dies at 37
1985 Stepin Fetchit 1st black star, dies of pneumonia at 83
1988 Christine Onassis heiress, dies of heart failure at 37
1992 Dorothy Walker Bush, 91, the mother of President George H.W. Bush, dies
2000 Attorney Charles Ruff, who represented President Clinton during the Monica Lewinsky scandal and his impeachment trial, died in Washington, D.C., at age 61.



Reported: MISSING in ACTION

1966 JOHNSTONE JAMES M.---FORT MILL SC.
1966 WHITED JAMES L.---OKLAHOMA CITY OK
1967 CLOWER CLAUDE D.---BEAUMONT TX
[03/15/73 RELEASED BY DRV, ALIVE IN 96]
1967 CROXDALE JACK L. II---LAKE CHARLES LA.
1967 DE HERRERA BENJAMIN D.---COLORADO SPRINGS CO.
1967 ESTES WALTER O.---WILLIAMSTOWN MI.
[09/30/77 REMAINS RETURNED BY SRV]
1967 FORD DAVID E.---WILSON CT
[03/14/73 RELEASED BY DRV, ALIVE AND WELL 98]
1967 IANDOLI DONALD---PATTERSON NJ.
1967 KLINCK HARRISON HOYT---LOS ANGELES CA.
[REMAINS RETURNED 08/14/85]
1967 LIGON VERNON P.---FRANKFORT KY.
[03/14/73 RELEASED BY DRV, DECEASED]
1967 STIER THEODORE G.---PASADENA CA.
[03/14/73 RELEASED BY DRV, ALIVE AND WELL 98]
1967 TEAGUE JAMES E.---HARRISBURG AR.
[09/30/77 REMAINS RETURNED BY SRV]
1967 VISSOTZKY RAYMOND WALTON---STOUGHTON MA.
[03/14/73 RELEASED BY DRV, ALIVE IN 98]

POW / MIA Data & Bios supplied by
the P.O.W. NETWORK. Skidmore, MO. USA.


On this day...
0461 St Hilary begins his reign as Catholic Pope
0498 Anastasius II ends his reign as Catholic Pope
1493 Christopher Columbus discovers Puerto Rico, on his 2nd voyage
1521 Battle at Milan: Emperor Charles V's Spanish/German/papal troops beat France & occupy Milan
1530 Augsburg Emperor Karel I demands Edict of Worms
1644 1st Protestant ministry society in New England
1794 Jay Treaty, 1st US extradition treaty, signed with Great Britain
1861 Julia Ward Howe writes "Battle Hymn of the Republic"
1863 Lincoln delivers his address in Gettysburg; "4 score & 7 years..."
1874 William Marcy "Boss" Tweed, of Tammany Hall (NYC) convicted of defrauding the city of $6M, sentenced to 12 years' imprisonment
1879 National Assoc of Trotting Horse Breeders determines what "is" a trotter
1885 Bulgarians, led by Stefan Stambolov, repulse a larger Serbian invasion force at Slivinitza
1887 Start of Sherlock Holmes "The Adventure of The Dying Detective" (BG)
1896 Start of Sherlock Holmes "The Adventure of The Sussex Vampire" (BG)
1903 Carrie Nation attempts to address the Senate
1906 London selected to host 1908 Olympics
1919 US Senate rejects (55-39) Treaty of Versailles & League of Nations
1923 The Oklahoma State Senate ousts Governor Walton for anti-Ku Klux Klan measures
1928 1st issue of Time magazine, Japanese Emperor Hirohito on cover
1932 Joe Kershalla scores 71 points in a college football game
1939 Don Lash wins 6th straight AAU cross-country 10K championship
1942 Russia launches winter offensive against Germans along the Don front
1947 200" mirror arrives at Mt Palomar
1949 Prince Rainier III coronation in Monaco
1951 Roy Campanella named NL MVP on his 30th birthday
1959 Ford cancels the Edsel
1961 Houston George Blanda passes for 7 touchdowns vs NY Titans (49-13)
1963 Worst Canadian air disaster kills 118 in Montreal
1968 Army coup seizes power in Mali
1969 Apollo 12's Conrad & Bean become 3rd & 4th humans on the Moon
1970 Golden Gate Park Conservatory becomes a Cal state historical landmark
1971 Fort Wilderness opens
1977 Canuck's Ron Sedlbauer fails on 3rd penalty shot against Islanders
1977 Egyptian President Anwar Sadat arrives in Israel
1979 Chuck Berry released from prison on income tax evasion
1980 CBS TV bans Calvin Klein's jeans ad featuring Brooke Shields
1985 President Reagan & Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev meet for 1st time
1989 US beats Trinidad, 1-0 qualifying for the 1990 world soccer cup finals. It was US' 1st qualification since 1950
1990 Greyhound files reorganization plan so they can be traded publicly
1990 Iraq announces it will free all German hostages
1991 Eduard Shevardnadze was reappointed Soviet foreign minister after resigning in December 1990 with a warning of an impending coup.
1993 Algerian Moslem fundamentalists uprising, 27 killed
1994 First National Lottery draw in England
1996 The United States vetoed U.N. Secretary-General Boutros Boutros-Ghali's bid for a second term.
1997 Bobbi McCaughey gave birth to septuplets in Des Moines, Iowa, the first time seven babies had been born and survived.



Holidays
Note: Some Holidays are only applicable on a given "day of the week"

Mali : Liberation Day
Monaco : Monegasque National Day
Puerto Rico : Discovery Day (1493)
United Arab Emirates : Pilgrimage
US : Equal Opportunity Day
US : National Children's Book Week Begins (Monday)
US : Clean Out Your Refrigerator Day
US : Have A Bad Day Day.
Brazilian Flag Day.
World Toilet Day.
International Drum Month.


Religious Observances
Moslem-United Arab Emirates : Pilgrimage
Old RC, Ang : Commemoration of Elizabeth, Princess of Hungary/widow


Religious History
1742 English revivalist George Whitefield wrote in a letter: 'Plead His promises, be much in secret prayer, and never give God rest, till your soul is filled with all His fulness.'
1862 Birth of William (Billy) Sunday, American revivalist. Orphaned during the Civil War, Sunday became a major league baseball player 1883_91, then turned to evangelism in 1893, speaking to an estimated total audience of 100 million before his death in 1935.
1885 Birth of Haldor Lillenas, American hymnwriter. He penned nearly 4,000 Gospel texts and hymn tunes during his lifetime, including "It Is Glory Just to Walk With Him," Wonderful Grace of Jesus" and "Peace, Peace, Wonderful Peace."
1910 Swedish Pentecostal missionaries Daniel Berg, 26, and Adolf Vingren, 31, arrived in Brazil. In 1918 they established the first Pentecostal church, from which grew Brazil's largest Protestant body, the Assemblies of God.
1961 The Third Assembly of the World Council of Churches convened at New Delhi, India, during which the International Missionary Council and its work was integrated into the larger ecumenical group.

Source: William D. Blake. ALMANAC OF THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH. Minneapolis: Bethany House, 1987.


Thought for the day :
"A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip."


Question of the day...
If you expect the unexpected, wouldn't the unexpected be expected?



Murphys law of the day...(Waddell's Law of Equipment Failure)
A component's degree of reliability is directly proportional to its ease of accessibility


Incredibly amazing fact #71...
Emus cannot walk backwards.
17 posted on 11/19/2003 5:41:46 AM PST by Valin (We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.)
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To: stainlessbanner
...he turned his horse and rode slowly in their front...

Yes, it was right here in the story that you couldn't help but feel the loss and sadness of what was occurring.

18 posted on 11/19/2003 5:43:25 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: SAMWolf
Wonderful thread today. A very good recollection from this soldier. A vivid account of what it was like in the field of battle, the rebel yell, the mud and fog, lack of food, the smell of fire, the heroics on both sides, and the sadness of the immense loss.

Thanks SAM.
19 posted on 11/19/2003 5:47:22 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: snippy_about_it; SAMWolf
Good morning everyone!
20 posted on 11/19/2003 6:07:05 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: stainlessbanner
grits and coffee for everyone..

Always welcome here.

21 posted on 11/19/2003 6:28:25 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: SCDogPapa; stainlessbanner; SAMWolf
Such brave men, on both sides.

So true. It was a sad read. Looking for a lighter note I found this wonderful statement to give me a chuckle from our story today.

And so it was, east and west, the same wild music of our tattered ranks always carried consternation to the foe. With the Yankees, it was entirely different. Their slogan seemed to be perfunctory. It was "huzza-huzza," and sometimes "hip-hip-huzza," especially in the earlier days of the war. However, toward the close of the war, they too learned to "holler" in some sort of civilized way.

The bolding of text is mine. I just love the comment, so sincere and "matter of fact". LOL.

22 posted on 11/19/2003 6:34:15 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: SAMWolf

Today's classic warship, USS North Dakota (BB-29)

Delaware class battleship
displacement. 20,000 t.
length. 518'9"
beam. 85'3"
draft. 26'11"
speed. 21 k.
complement. 933
armament. 10 12", 14 5", 4 3-pdrs., 2 21" tt.

North Dakota (BB-29) was laid down 16 December 1907 by Fore River Shipbuilding Co., Quincy, Mass.; launched 10 November 1908; sponsored by Miss Mary Benton; and commissioned at Boston 11 April 1910, Comdr. Charles P. Plunkett in command.

In her first years North Dakota operated with the Atlantic Fleet in maneuvers along the East Coast and in the Caribbean. She sailed 2 November 1910 for her first Atlantic crossing, visiting England and France prior to winter-spring maneuvers in the Caribbean. In the summers of 1912 and 1913 she carried Naval Academy midshipmen for training in New England waters, and on 1 January 1913 she joined the honor escort for Natal as the Brazilian ship entered New York harbor with the body of the late Whitelaw Reid, United States Ambassador to Brazil.

As Mexican political disturbances strained relations with the United States, North Dakota sailed for Vera Cruz, where she arrived 26 April 1914, five days after American sailors had occupied the city. She cruised the coast of Mexico to protest Americans and their interests until a more stable government took office, and returned to Norfolk 16 October. An even more intensive program of training was taken up by the Atlantic Fleet as war threatened, and North Dakota was in Chesapeake Bay for gunnery drills when the United States entered World War I.

Throughout the war, North Dakota operated in the York River, Va., and out of New York training gunners and engineers for the expanding fleet. Then, on 13 November 1919, she stood out of Norfolk to carry home the remains of the late Italian Ambassador to the United States. While in the Mediterranean she sailed at Athens, Constantinople, Valencia, and Gibraltar before returning to the Caribbean for the annual spring maneuvers. In the summer of 1921, she took part in the Army-Navy bombing tests off the Virginia Capes in which the German warships Frankfurt and Ostfriesland were sunk to demonstrate the potentialities of airpower. She interrupted fleet operations during the next two summers to again cruise with midshipmen, contributing to the future strength of the Navy by educating its officers-to-be. The cruise of 1923 took her to Scandinavia, Scotland, and Spain.

North Dakota decommissioned at Norfolk 22 November 1923. Her name was struck from the Navy List 7 January 1931, and she was sold for scrapping 16 March 1931.

Big Guns in Action!

23 posted on 11/19/2003 6:34:40 AM PST by aomagrat (IYAOYAS)
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To: Valin
If you expect the unexpected, wouldn't the unexpected be expected?

Don't expect an answer from me. :)

24 posted on 11/19/2003 6:37:45 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: bentfeather
Good morning feather.
25 posted on 11/19/2003 6:38:10 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: snippy_about_it; aomagrat
Great story, Snippy. There is a scene in Gods and Generals where the Yanks and Rebs trade tobacco for coffee along the river. They meet in the middle and share a subtle moment together. It's a very cool scene.

aomagrat - excellent shots of the big guns!

26 posted on 11/19/2003 6:39:19 AM PST by stainlessbanner
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To: stainlessbanner
Yes... it reminds me of Jackson's departure from the ANV.
27 posted on 11/19/2003 6:42:50 AM PST by carton253 (To win the War on Terror, raise at once the black flag!)
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To: snippy_about_it
Good Morning Snippy.

<===Mash This

28 posted on 11/19/2003 8:14:09 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: E.G.C.
Morning E.G.C. Rain and cold here.
29 posted on 11/19/2003 8:14:43 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: The Mayor
Hi mayor.
30 posted on 11/19/2003 8:15:00 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: manna
Hi Manna!


31 posted on 11/19/2003 8:15:29 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: snippy_about_it; SAMWolf
Morning Glory Snip & Sam~

We sure can be thankful for the preservation of these historical journals . . . it honors those who fought so hard for what they believed in. Gen. Johnston was a soldier's general.

32 posted on 11/19/2003 8:15:55 AM PST by w_over_w (Is it possible to forget what's happening as it's happening?)
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To: stainlessbanner
Morning stainlessbanner


33 posted on 11/19/2003 8:19:55 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: stainlessbanner
Morning Carton253


Southern Steel

34 posted on 11/19/2003 8:22:45 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: SAMWolf
mmmmm, beef!

Thank you SAM, perfect! ;)
35 posted on 11/19/2003 8:24:56 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: SCDogPapa

Heritage of Honor ANV

The Confederate soldier--standard bearer of a generation who fought and shed their blood to uphold the ideals of Honor, Chivalry and the inalienable right of individual freedom.

36 posted on 11/19/2003 8:27:28 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: Valin
1942 Russia launches winter offensive against Germans along the Don front

The beginning of the Stalingrad fiasco.

From August 23, when German Sixth Army forces, commanded by General Friedrich Paulus, reached the Volga at Stalingrad, Soviet and German infantry fought a long, house-to-house battle for the city. The occupying Russian army was fanatical. It contested every street and factory, whether still standing or totally destroyed. Territory which the Germans, with their superior fire power, had won by day was regained by night.

At the same time Soviet armies, ultimately numbering an estimated 1 million men, built up. On 19 November, preceded by an enormous barrage, forces under General Zhukov attacked on both German flanks. Within 5 days they had executed a pincer movement that encircled 250,000-300,000 German and satellite troops - the besiegers were besieged. Hitler forbade Paulus from attempting to break out to the rear, which he might have done early in the encirclement.

Goering promised him an airlift which never materialised. A relief army stalled in December and rations had to be reduced. Ammunition was running low. In January the Russians called on von Paulus to surrender. Hitler ordered him to refuse, made him a Field Marshal and informed him that no German Field Marshal had ever been taken alive.

The German position was now hopeless. Troops slowly froze, starved and ran out of ammunition. Paulus's forces were divided into two parts by a Russian thrust. By 30 January he was trapped in the basement of the large department store in Stalingrad where he had set up his final HQ. To Hitler's disappointment he preferred to surrender and live: on 2 February he and his staff gave themselves up. By then 70,000 Germans had died in Stalingrad. The Russians took 91,000 prisoners, including twenty-four German generals. Only 6000 ever returned. Hitler himself said, 'The god of war has gone over to the other side'.

37 posted on 11/19/2003 8:38:27 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: snippy_about_it
You're welcome Snippy.
38 posted on 11/19/2003 8:39:45 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: bentfeather
Good Morning Feather
39 posted on 11/19/2003 8:40:06 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: snippy_about_it
The style of writing back then was so descriptive. Too bad we've lost a lot of that style.
40 posted on 11/19/2003 8:41:50 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: aomagrat
Morning aomagrat.

Yet another veteran of vera Cruz. I swear we sent the entire fleet down there.
41 posted on 11/19/2003 8:43:01 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: SAMWolf
Hi Sam my man!! LOL
42 posted on 11/19/2003 8:43:48 AM PST by Soaring Feather (I have a sword in my hand.)
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To: stainlessbanner
Although I liked Gettysburg better, Gods and Generals is an excellent film. I wish they could have covered more, they had to skip some of the major actions covered in the time the movie takes place.

There is a real lack of good "War between the States" movies
43 posted on 11/19/2003 8:45:27 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: w_over_w
Morning w_over_w.

"To secede from the Union and set up another government would cause war. If you go to war with the United States, you will never conquer her, as she has the money and the men. If she does not whip you by guns, powder, and steel, she will starve you to death. It will take the flower of the country-the young men."

Sam Houston

Sadly, Houston turned out to be correct.

I hope the PC crowd today never succeeds in destroying the heritage of the South. They'll never realize it is also part of the heritage of the United States
44 posted on 11/19/2003 8:54:38 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: SAMWolf
Hey, SAM!
45 posted on 11/19/2003 9:10:47 AM PST by manna
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To: SAMWolf
Much obliged Sam, much obliged!
46 posted on 11/19/2003 9:23:00 AM PST by SCDogPapa (In Dixie Land I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie)
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To: SAMWolf
I hope the PC crowd today never succeeds in destroying the heritage of the South.

The PC crowd is the "ignorance crowd". Ignorance plus fear is a formidable form of darkness . . . may the light of truth always expose its flank.

"Texas has yet to learn submission to any oppression, come from what source it may."

~Gen. Sam Houston~

47 posted on 11/19/2003 9:23:20 AM PST by w_over_w (Is it possible to forget what's happening as it's happening?)
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To: SCDogPapa
Your welcome, SCDogPapa.
48 posted on 11/19/2003 9:28:24 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: w_over_w
The PC crowd is the "ignorance crowd".

You got that right.

49 posted on 11/19/2003 9:28:55 AM PST by SAMWolf (I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.)
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it
A soldier's account of Shiloh - makes you feel like you're there. Nicely done.

"we reveled in the fatness of the enemy's camp"Goes along with what Sam Houston said. The North's ability to supply armies was almost limitless.

I also hope the p.c. crowd doesn't stamp out the heritage of the South - although they sure are trying. I feel much the same way as this young soldier - admiration for the courage and sacrifice of both sides.

50 posted on 11/19/2003 9:47:11 AM PST by colorado tanker ("There are but two parties now, Traitors and Patriots")
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