Killed at Kennesaw: Death of Lieutenant Dungan of the 113th Ohio
The Federal assault on Kennesaw Mountain, Georgia took place on June 27, 1864 in the midst of Sherman's drive into Georgia. It represented a serious and costly misstep and was one of the few times a head-on assault was attempted against the Confederate army under General Joseph E. Johnston.
The following letter was written by Captain Otway Watson of Co. A, 113th Ohio Volunteer Infantry to John Dungan of London, Ohio, reporting the death of Dungan's son Lieutenant Jesse W. Dungan. The 113th Ohio was the leading regiment in the assault on Kennesaw and lost 10 officers and 153 men in the attack. As related by Captain Watson, Dungan was retrieved from the field due to the heroism of two enlisted men: Corporal Richard B. Corson and Private John H. Peters.
The following letter was written by Captain Otway Watson of Co. A, 113th Ohio Volunteer Infantry to John Dungan of London, Ohio, reporting the death of Dungan's son Lieutenant Jesse W. Dungan. The 113th Ohio was the leading regiment in the assault on Kennesaw and lost 10 officers and 153 men in the attack. As related by Captain Watson, Dungan was retrieved from the field due to the heroism of two enlisted men: Corporal Richard B. Corson and Private John H. Peters.
Unidentified youthful Union private in marching order wearing a nine button frock coat, knapsack, and a dagger carried in his belt. (Library of Congress) |
In
the field, near Chattahoochee River, Georgia
July
14, 1864
Mr. John Dungan, my dear sir,
I presume you have received letters,
dispatches, and communications, all
bearing sad news to you from the front, but I feel it my duty to offer
you another, as one of the last duties I can discharge toward your affectionate
son, and my own dear friend Jesse. Jesse was in good health and spirits the day
previous to and the morning of the fatal charge. He called at my tent the
evening previous and spent some time with me, there was nothing unusual in our
conversation, through the thought of the coming morrow seemed to be upon
everybody’s mind as we had by this time suspected the work we might have to do.
The next morning by daylight we were all
busy with our duties, preparing to enter the contest. Just before we started on
the charge all of the officers of the regiment were called together and the
plan of attack was made known to them; I suppose so that each one might the
more perfectly understand it and be the more able and efficient. It was rather
a solemn meeting of the 19 of us who came together then. But few words were
spoken and after the council each officer went to his command. Jesse looked
well and natural, although I do not think he spoke during the meeting, as but
very few of us made any remarks at all. Of that number, nine are unhurt, four
have ceased from troubling and are at rest, and the other six at last account
were all living but all badly wounded. After the fight was over, the remaining
officers (some of whom were suffering from sunstroke or overheating and
fatigue) were ordered to collect the men of the regiment together and reform
them as fast as possible, in order to be ready for emergencies that might be
sprung upon us.
While this was being done, the wounded
were being sent to the hospital in the rear. The stretcher bearers were busy and
the road was soon filled with ambulances. Having reorganized as well as we
could, I sent a detachment from my company back to bring off their wounded
comrades. After a while the adjutant and myself got permission to visit the
hospital as we were anxious to know who were living and who was dead. Jesse was
not there when we left, but we knew that he had been wounded but was not
brought in. We could not stay long and when we rejoined the regiment, I learned
that he had been brought off and sent back. They said he was in excellent
spirits, patient, and looked well. Upon arriving at the hospital, his limb was
amputated; he survived the amputation well, and seemed, so those say who saw
him, cheerful up to the time he left Big Shanty station. No
reaction seemed to have taken place up to that time.
They sent toward Chattanooga all the
wounded officers of our regiment on the 29th or 30th of June. I think a great
mistake was made in sending them on so long and fatiguing journey so soon. The
next intelligence we had of him was that of his death. [Dungan died July 4,
1864 at Chattanooga, Tennessee] Jesse fell I think about 60 yards from the
enemy’s breastworks; it would have seemed impossible for any living thing to
have remained there. After we had fallen back, the enemy still kept up a
murderous fire, but not as terrific as before. It was under this fire that
Jesse was brought off, and I am especially desirous that you should know who
these brave boys are that did it, than whom none had greater love for him, that
that they offered to lay down their lives for his sake. They were Corporal Richard
B. Corson, who lives near my father’s home, and John H. Peters, who worked
nearly opposite your store in the shoe shop.[1] These two men crawled upon
their breasts, amid the sharp rattle of musketry, to the spot where he lay, and
succeeded in assisting him a short distance to the rear where, although yet
exposed to fire, Mr. Adams and Mr. Simpson came to their assistance, and the
four carried him hastily beyond danger. These men deserve and I know you will
grant them a most grateful remembrance.
Gravestone of Corporal Richard B. Corson, Co. A, 113th Ohio |
If now that he is gone, the world can look
upon him as having fulfilled the objects of this life, if to the soldier of the
North who gives his life a sacrifice upon his country’s altar can by common
consent be awarded all that is due him, then indeed no nobler end could he have
aimed at, and you, as his father, could have desired no nobler record for him.
A sinful and merciless minority there may be who rejoice at such a disaster,
but the monument of such a hero cannot be tarnished by the breath of calumny,
when defended by the thousands of loyal men whose voices can never be hushed
until the traitor at home and abroad is no more. To you and your family, I
extend my deepest sympathy in your sad bereavement.
Lieutenant
Dungan’s remains were sent home to his family in London, Madison Co., Ohio, and
were interred at Oak Hill Cemetery in London.
[1]
Richard B. Corson (1838-1911) mustered out with the regiment at the end of the
war and moved to Cowley Co., Kansas where he died in 1911 at age 72.
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