A Helter-Skelter Sort of Fight: A Wisconsin Greenhorn at Shiloh
“Shiloh was essentially a private soldiers’ battle,” remembered D. Lloyd Jones of Co. C of the 16th Wisconsin Infantry. “After the first assault in the morning, regiments, brigades, and divisions had lost their identity. The boys realized that they were there to fight, and they fought without waiting for commands. It was this stubbornness and independence of the American volunteer soldier that won that day. The advance of the enemy was contested at every point. The boys were fighting on their own hook and they were thus kept from getting to the Landing before reinforcements arrived.”
“This sketch of the Battle of Shiloh
is written from the viewpoint of a private soldier without any military
experience, and I only write briefly of what I saw. It seemed to me to be on
the first day a helter-skelter sort of fight, everyone for himself and devil
take the hindmost. My regiment lost in this battle 254 men: 79 killed or
mortally wounded, 149 wounded, and 26 missing. Shiloh was one of the great
battles of the war.”
The 16th Wisconsin was one of the greenest regiments on the field at Shiloh; they had arrived at Pittsburgh Landing in late March and had not been issued live ammunition until Saturday night April 5th, the night before they went into action. Attached to Colonel Everett Peabody’s First Brigade of Benjamin Prentiss’ Sixth Division, four companies of the 16th Wisconsin were involved in some of the earliest combat of the battle as Jones relays below.
On Saturday evening April 5, 1862,
Companies A, B, C, and D of our regiment were ordered on picket under the
command of Lieutenant Colonel Cassius Fairchild, and ammunition was served to
us that evening for the first time. We had never “handled cartridges” except by
motions up to this time. We marched in a southerly direction about half a mile
or so, and I supposed we were picketing the entire division front, but I have
since been informed it was our brigade front. Co. A was on the extreme right,
Co. B next, then Co. C and Co. D on the extreme left.
We threw out sentinels with the
company as a reserve. At midnight, I was sent out as one of the sentinels. It
was one of those balmy nights in the spring so common in that delightful
climate. Everything around me was perfectly still. Nature was kind to us that
night and the stillness was only disturbed by the occasional tinkle of a cow
bell or the movement of some wild animal through the underbrush. I had never been
in the woods alone at that time of night before. I thought of all the things I
had read in the papers about how the Johnnies stole up to the pickets and
killed them, and my imagination was so worked up that the slightest noise
caused a great commotion in the region of my heart. I was simply delighted when
I was relieved, as I had been several times on the point of firing at an
imaginary enemy.
Private Horace H. Smith, Co. G, 16th Wisconsin Infantry |
As I remember it, it was about sunrise
when I saw Captain [George H.] Fox of Co. B running from the right. When he
came up to our captain, he said, “Company A is fighting and we must go and help
them.” Both of them started to the left to Co. D and in a very short time
returned with that company. We were ordered to fall in, leaving our knapsacks
and haversacks in a pile in charge of a guard. We never did that anymore. We
parted company with those knapsacks and haversacks forever. The knapsacks were
fat, well-filled with all that went to make us comfortable from a housewife to
a good woolen blanket, for we had been but three weeks out of our state and had
not been required to do any extensive marching.
The sentinels had been called in and
like a lot of schoolboys we went off to help Co. A. After marching about a
quarter of a mile, we saw several wounded covered with blood being carried to
the rear. We were halted on a slight rise of ground and in front of us was a
small ravine or rather depression of ground, and beyond that was a slight rise
of ground. We had hardly dressed in line when we saw the Johnnies come up the
hill in front of us. It looked like a solid line of battle. We fired at them,
but our captain, thinking discretion was the better part of valor, ordered a
retreat, and we didn’t hesitate upon the order of our going.
Lieutenant Colonel Cassius Fairchild, 16th Wisconsin Wounded in the thigh April 6, 1862 |
The enemy poured a volley after us, but
none of our company was hurt. During the mad scramble for the rear, I was separated
from my company and fell in with some Missouri troops who were camped to the
right of my regiment and I stayed with them, firing behind hay bales until we
were flanked from our position. When I discovered that I was lost, strayed, or
stolen from my company, I was about as nervous a boy as there was in the state
of Tennessee, but I continued firing off my old Belgian rifle until I ran out
of ammunition.
I have read about the music of the
Minie ball, but there was no music in it to me; it utterly failed to soothe my
nervous breast. I found my regiment, or they found me about 10 o’clock, and
after being supplied with ammunition we fell in and took position in the woods
with no protection of any kind. I have since ascertained that this place was a
trifle east and north of what some years afterwards was termed the Hornets’
Nest. Our colonel reported that we relieved an Indiana regiment [the “Iron” 44th]
in this line, it being out of ammunition. These woods had but little if any
underbrush and we could see the enemy coming quite a distance. We were lying
down and when they came within the right distance, we rose up and commenced
firing. I don’t know how long we stood there firing but I know we were finally
forced back. Three-fourths of our loss was at this place when we were compelled
to stand up and receive the murderous fire of an advancing enemy without the
least protection. It must have been about 2 o’clock when we were forced to retire.
At about 6 o’clock, what remained of
our regiment rallied under the command of Major [Thomas] Reynolds who was the
only uninjured field officer, and formed in line, the last of which was formed
that day. There we repulsed the enemy and drove them back a short distance.
Regiments, brigades, and divisions were reorganized during the night so that by
morning, order had succeeded confusion, and what was left of the Army of the
Tennessee was once more in fighting trim.
Captain Edward Saxe Co. A, 16th Wisconsin Killed in action |
The thought came to me then that this
was the worst night I ever passed through. A year or two later, I probably
would have thought nothing of it. We spent the night near the Landing. The rain
came down in torrents and we had no shelter of any kind. I never saw it rain as
it did that night. It literally poured. During the night, the gunboats Tyler and
Lexington [add link] fired their guns at intervals and the unusual and terrible
noise of the shells combined with the awful crash in the timber as they
exploded reminded us infants in arms forcibly that we were not engaged in a
holiday excursion.
Shiloh
was essentially a private soldiers’ battle. After the first assault in the
morning, regiments, brigades, and divisions had lost their identity. The boys
realized that they were there to fight, and they fought without waiting for
commands. It was this stubbornness and independence of the American volunteer
soldier that won that day. The advance of the enemy was contested at every
point. The boys were fighting on their own hook and they were thus kept from
getting to the Landing before reinforcements arrived.
The
feeling among the men at that time was that we had the tide of battle turned
before the arrival of General Buell’s troops, and that with the assistance of
General Lew Wallace’s division, we could have whipped them. But be that as it may,
the arrival of General Buell’s army as timely and as we were nearly all “raw
material,” it was an immense relief to us to have them with us.
Cavalry
was called into action in the early part of the day, but these troops were soon
withdrawn as it was impossible for them to maneuver in the heavy timber. They
did more damage to our men than they did to the enemy. The curses they received
from the infantry could not be rivaled this side of Hades. It seemed a foolish
thing to bring cavalry among the infantry lines at such a time. When they were withdrawn
from the front, they were formed in the rear to prevent stragglers from
escaping to the Landing.
This sketch of the Battle of Shiloh is
written from the viewpoint of a private soldier without any military
experience, and I only write briefly of what I saw. It seemed to me to be on
the first day a helter-skelter sort of fight, everyone for himself and devil
take the hindmost. My regiment lost in this battle 254 men: 79 killed or
mortally wounded, 149 wounded, and 26 missing.
Private William H. Rice, Co. H, 16th Wisconsin Infantry Wounded in action April 6, 1862 |
Shiloh
was one of the great battles of the war. If our men had not stubbornly contested
almost every foot of ground, the outcome might have been different. For had the
enemy succeeded in getting to the Landing by noon, the result would have been
an overwhelming disaster to our cause and possibly brought the war to a very
different close. Who can tell?
“The
Battle of Shiloh: Reminiscences by D. Lloyd Jones,” Co. C, 16th
Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry, War Papers Read before the Commandery of the
State of Wisconsin. Military Order of the Loyal Legion of the United States. Volume
4, pgs. 51-60
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