As did Colonel Strong Vincent's Brigade on the Union left, Brigadier General George Sears Greene's brigade of about 1,500 men would face a daunting challenge. As Major General Daniel Sickles' 3rd Corps line crumbled at the southern end of the battlefield, regiments from Union Major General Henry Slocum's 12th Corps, to which Greene belonged, were drawn from Culp's Hill and sent to the southern end of the field for support. General Greene had earlier reconnoitered the ground, expertly positioned his men, and ordered them to entrench. His foresight would serve his men well as they were repeatedly, ferociously attacked by Confederates of Major General Edward "Allegheny" Johnson's brigade which possessed almost three times the number of Northern men present on this hill. As darkness closed on the battlefield and visibility faded, so did the opportunity for the continuation of Southern attacks. General Greene's New Yorkers held against incredible odds with Colonel David Ireland and the 137th New York holding the far right as Colonel Chamberlain's 20th Maine protected the far left. General Greene's troops would be reinforced and would again hold their ground when fighting continued early morning the following day. ![]() Statue of Major General George Sears Greene on Culp's Hill Major General George S. Greene (his rank at war's end) is pictured pointing over the works and the hill his skill and determination helped to secure. As did the rest of his brigade, the 149th New York dug trenches and erected breastworks as ordered. A captain in the 149th would later offer a glimpse into the hell they feared this hill would become. "The pale faces, starting eye-balls, and nervous hands grasping loaded muskets, told how terrible were those moments of suspense." ![]() In the picture of the relief, you can see some evidence of how the men in blue constructed their cover and how the works appeared. Heavy logs allowed protection for all but the head and shoulders, allowing soldiers to fire and reload in comparative safety. ![]() The northern face of Cemetery Hill . As a gentle spring sun nudges away the bitterness of winter, only the wind moves over the once contested northern slopes of Cemetery Hill. As the dark blanket of night covered the field on July 2, 1863, Confederate soldiers of CSA Major General Richard Ewell's Second Corp advanced towards the Union lines here, the taking of this hill as their goal. Red fire from Federal and Southern muskets flashed in the darkness as both sides fought an enemy they could barely see. As their foe gained the hill's crest, Union cannoneers fought hand to hand, using anything they could grasp to protect their guns. Despite the brief success of their bold advance, the Confederates could not hold the ground they had struggled so hard to gain. In the dark, with Union reinforcements now adding to the weight of Northern fire, Southern soldiers grudgingly backed down the hill. ![]() Colonel Isaac E. Avery Colonel Isaac Avery of the Sixth North Carolina was found bleeding on this field, shot through the neck as he led his Tarheels forward up the hill. Understanding the mortality of his wound, he scribbled a note which he handed to a subordinate. The note read only, "Tell my father I died with my face to the enemy." |
Good Afternoon, Foxhole - Here's to another great thread, and another great day.
("Baldy" Ewell)
"Where fiercest grows the battle's rage
And Southern banners spread;
Where minions crouch and vassals kneel,
There sleep Virginia's dead."
- Cornelia J. M. Jordan
Let us now praise the men and women who serve under the flag of the United States of America, in response to the recognition of those who died in Operation Iraqi Freedom, and to disinfect the air after the mention of traitor-rapist42.
Patricia Mendoza, outraged that our soldiers were killed in Khobar Towers despite advance warning of imminent terrorist attack, accosted tr42 in the Windy City July 1996; Mendoza said to the first john, "They're dead and you suck."
The only president to have dodged the draft, stated he loathed the military, and to ban uniforms in the White House, had his "personal trained pigs" [per Webb Hubbell's daughter from Aldrich, Gary, Unlimited Access] hold this dangerous woman twelve hours, and had his IRS audit her.
So you see, Clinton was the Nixon the Left was whining like Barney Frank about.
And now a federal judge appointed by Beijing's good buddy sits on his thumb in order that a helpless woman dies thirsting for justice.
Shall William Jefferson Clinton enemy of the state be tried for High Crimes and Misdemeanors including but not necessarily limited to treason?
Has Eleanor Clift inner confidant to Hitlery Kidnapper of Elian serially lied that Terri Schiavo is on a ventilator?
Yes, and Hell yes.
Now we are fighting a great war to see whether a coven of vampires in black robes shall inflict every outrage on the original documents not inflicted by the overreachers of yore.
We will win, but we will first have to disconnect Ted Kennedy's booze tube.