Perfectly Appalled: Arthur MacArthur Escapes Death at Stones River
In
the immediate aftermath of the Federal victory at Stones River, 17-year-old
Arthur MacArthur, Jr., later a recipient of the Medal of Honor and father of
General Douglas MacArthur, composed a letter to his father back in Wisconsin
attempting to put into words what he had seen and witnessed. He felt lucky to
be alive. But the greatest danger came not from the Confederates, but from
friendly artillery fire when his 24th Wisconsin Infantry was
advancing across a cornfield on December 30, 1862.
“We
advanced through the cornfield, the battery in our rear playing all the while.
And here I came very near to an untimely end, as one of the shells was passing
over our heads, the plug flew out and came very near hitting me the same way it
did Bleyer. It struck six feet in the rear of my horse which made me feel very
uncomfortable,” he related. Despite the danger and the heavy casualties his
regiment suffered the next day, MacArthur reported that he “never felt better
in his life.”
The young adjutant’s letter saw publication on the first
page of the January 28, 1863 issue of the Daily Milwaukee News. Through
but a youth, the News reported that MacArthur’s “discretion and
gallantry” at Stones River “has not only won the warm official commendations of
his superior officers but has endeared him to the whole regiment.” Arthur would
again demonstrate his gallantry nearly a year later on the slopes of Missionary
Ridge when he carried the 24th Wisconsin’s flag over the top,
earning a Medal of Honor for his actions.
Adjutant Arthur MacArthur., Jr., 24th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry |
Headquarters, 24th
Regiment, Camp on Stone River, Tennessee
January 1863
Dear father,
We have taken Murfreesboro. You can little imagine what a
thrill of delight ran through the heart of every volunteer in the army when the
above fact was announced to them.
On the 26th of December 1862, the Army of the
Cumberland moved from Nashville with the intent to battle. It rained hard
pretty much all day. There was heavy cannonading in the advance during the
whole line of march. At about 4 p.m., the 15th Wisconsin regiment
took one gun from the enemy. On the 27th,
we advanced and were drawn up in line of battle. We expected the enemy to make
a stand but were mistaken. Our advance guard entered Triune without any
opposition. The rain poured in sheets all day long and if we were engaged not
more than half the guns would go. The 28th was Sunday and we had a
good day’s rest. It was pleasant all day. We drew ammunition and everything
necessary for a long and stubborn fight. We were now but one day’s march from
Murfreesboro.
The 29th dawn bright and beautiful. We marched
early but were delayed on account of the bad roads. We arrived within 5-1/2
miles of Murfreesboro then filed into a cornfield for the night to be without
fires. The mud was nearly knee deep and about 10 o’clock at night the drenching
rain began. At length, after the night passed in mud and water about a foot
deep, the 30th came. We were in the advance today, our skirmishers
thrown out, and we advanced hardly half a mile before the skirmishers were at
it hot and lively. We advanced about two miles when the army formed in line of
battle. We turned off from the pike into the woods; on the opposite side of the
woods was a large open space consisting of two cornfields and three open
fields. In the center of one of these was a house used for a hospital. On the
opposite side of the space was another wood in which the enemy had their line
of battle.
We
supported Rush’s battery, the one the old 1st Wisconsin supported at
Perryville. In our rear was another battery. We had to lay down on our faces to
allow the battery in our rear to work. It was here that Lieutenant George
Bleyer was severely wounded by the plug from a shell from our own battery. We
lay here nearly 5 hours. About 3 o’clock, an onward movement was ordered. We
sprang to our feet with this happy anticipation of a fight fixed upon our
minds. We advanced through the cornfield, the battery in our rear playing all
the while. And here I came very near to an untimely end, as one of the shells
was passing over our heads, the plug flew out and came very near hitting me the
same way it did Bleyer. It struck six feet in the rear of my horse which made
me feel very uncomfortable.
The 24th Wisconsin was the leftmost regiment of Sill's brigade on the morning of December 31, 1862. |
We
advanced, however, until we got into the last open field and there we halted
and the artillery came rushing down and planted itself in the edge of the woods
where the enemy had been, but they had retreated across a small ravine about
300 yards from our battery. Here occurred one of the most eventful artillery
duels I ever read of. The batteries, not a gunshot apart, firing at each other.
The battery we had opposed to us was the famous Washington artillery of New
Orleans.
The
24th was ordered to lay down in the field. We were in such a position that we
could see everything passing between the two batteries. At length the enemy
caught sight of us and turned two guns on us and the way the shot and shell did
fly around our boys is amazing. A solid six-pound shot struck the head of one
of our men [Private Henry Pfaff, Co. K] and completely demolished it. We lost
one man killed and three wounded on the 30th, but the 31st
was the day reserved for the climax of all the battles in the west.
We
slept on our arms all night within sight of the enemy’s fires. The two armies
were not 500 yards apart. At half past 6 a.m., the enemy advanced on us in
solid columns six regiments deep, then drove in our skirmishers and then the
firing began. I thought I heard bullets at Perryville but in comparison to what
occurred on the morning of the 31st it was nothing. The bullets
seemed to be passing around my ears in perfect showers, something similar to a
heavy hailstorm. And then the shells, grape, canister, and solid shot began to
fly. To tell the truth, I was perfectly appalled. I never imagined anything
like it, not even after my experience at Perryville.
Lieutenant Christian Nix, Co. D Killed in action Stones River Battlefield has his sword on display |
McCook’s
Corps formed the right wing of the army and consisted of Johnson’s, Davis’, and
Sheridan’s division. Johnson and Davis formed one wing of our center and
Sheridan’s division was at right angles to the other two. The enemy attacked
the right wing on all sides simultaneously. They succeeded in driving the
extreme right consisting of Davis’ and Johnson’s divisions. We were at right
angles to them, the enemy had us on the flank and in our rear and of course we
had to retreat. General Sill, our brigade commander, was killed at the firstfire so we were left without any commander. We
retreated into one of the open spaces spoken of and rallied behind a rail fence
with the intention of charging back into the woods. But General Sheridan, who
happened to see us at that moment, send an aide to call us back into the woods
where the rest of the brigade lay.
Our
being separated from the rest of the brigade resulted from General Sill being
killed and we being left without orders. The firing by this time seemed to be
on all sides. It seemed as though the enemy had entirely surrounded us. In
order to get into the woods where we were ordered we had to pass through the
two cornfields before spoken of. The shell and solid shot flew worse than at
any time previous. It was here that George Rockwell, who is a near relation to
Mrs. Birchard, was killed by being hit by a solid shot. At length we arrived in
the woods and here there was a general retreat, and I would not at that time
have given a snap of my finger for the whole army.
We
retreated through the woods and through an open field, the shot and shell
flying all the while. At length we came into a cedar swamp. There the firing
reached its climax. At length we came out of the swamp into an open field and
here my hopes began to revive. We were in the rear of nearly 100 pieces of
artillery which kept up an incessant fire and gave the infantry time to reform.
I saw General Rosecrans then and his confident look was enough to inspire us
all with confidence of success. I believe in my soul that Rosecrans is to be
the general of the war. If you ever have an opportunity, it would repay you to
visit the field and surrounding woods from which we drove the enemy. I think it
is the greatest piece of generalship that has yet been shown.
Our
brigade went down the pike to engage the enemy’s cavalry but were disappointed.
The next day our lines were established, and the battle assumed the look of a
siege. Heavy cannonading and musketry firing were going on all the while but
nothing in comparison to that of the 31st. At length, after days of
hard fighting, the fact was announced that Murfreesboro was ours. The army is
now in camp about five miles on the south side of the town. The 1st
Wisconsin was not actively engaged; Captain McVean was wounded by a
sharpshooter but not seriously.
Our
regiment has been though a campaign with which the one in Kentucky cannot be
compared. We have slept in water and mud three feet deep almost every night.
But I am still alive and never felt better in my life. I have endeavored to
give you as correct an idea of the battle as possible, but you can imagine nothing
like the reality.
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