We formed up with the 79th New York Cameron Highlanders Company "C" Volunteer Infantry.

This event was larger than what I had seen yet. It was close to 100 union infantry and 4 cannon crews. The Rebs had about 80 infantry and about a dozen cannons.

Marching en mass was great. As the whole battalion marched in unison it made quite a thunder.

The first battle ended quickly and I was unable to dispatch one rebel.

During the second battle battle I felt heat hit my left arm. The pain was bearable. The surgeon patched my arm and I was back in with my company. We advanced down the battle field and I felt a Mine' ball tear through the flesh of my right lower leg. I found myself face down. The pain was great but I found that I could still move my toes and ankle. I crawled back to my company. It was slow and painful, but I made it back in line. Finally, back with my company I raised my rifle and fired. They always say three times the charm. A third ball hit me square in the chest. Everything went white.

At the end of the second battle we formed a line and gave a final salute. A moment of silence was held for the active military of today. The names of the active and deceased servicemen were read aloud. A great event in a nice location.



Our company has been assigned escort for the Union silver coming out of the mining camps in the Nevada territory. We boarded the train. As the train leaves the station the cloud of steam and smoke that bathes us is a reminder of the true danger that may lay ahead. Surveying the countryside I made the remark to our captain, "Where are all the animals? It's a little too quiet Captain."
Ambush! Canon fire signals ambush and the train came to a halt. Our artillery returned fire from canons loaded on flat cars of the train. Then our company peeled out of the cars to protect the civilians and the silver.
The battle is chaotic and harsh! As we closed in on the shaken rebel lines I saw the canons too late and they fired upon us.
Recall was ordered. We returned to the train.

Cries came out from down the street. The 14th Virginia advanced on the town. "Brigade, on me!" shouted the Colonel. I hastily got into formation. We moved toward the rebs.
Just as I thought we might be dominant in our pursuit. Like jack rabbits there numbers doubled. We were forced back until...
I am not sure if it was the close up battle or the outcome of the battle that caused such a joyous cheer in the town. In response made a final salute.
A soldiers life consists of long periods of boredom punctuated by short periods of extreme terror.
"private, are you looking at my bad eye?"