Among the Flying Dutchmen at Chancellorsville
It took the battle of Chancellorsville for Private Jacob Buroway of the 107th Ohio to see the difference in how Southern civilians treated their soldiers compared with the indifference and scorn he felt Northerners had for the boys in blue.
“On Sunday
about 10 o’clock, our men took a lot of prisoners and some of those prisoners
were wounded seriously, especially one who was such a good-looking boy,” Buroway
remembered. “He had his right arm shot off and one of them gals lead that boy
to the hospital and the blood of his arm ran down over her silk dress that she
was all one blood. That looked hard but she said that she would stick to him or
else die with him. Now you can see how they stick together, they ain’t like
folks in the North now. There is enough of the people in the North that just
laughs at us soldier boys to be such fools as to go and fight but they never
think that we stand between the enemy and their homes, to protect them and save
the country.”
Buroway would
soon have ample cause to feel that stark difference in how the North treated
its soldiers. Chancellorsville proved to be a disaster for the regiments of
General Oliver O. Howard’s 11th Army Corps like Buroway’s as Jackson’s
flank attack on May 2nd struck the corps badly out of position and
rolled them up with heavy losses. To the rest of the army, it looked like the corps
collapsed in a panic. The 107th Ohio, like many of the regiments of
the corps, was predominantly German in character and earned the
less-than-honorable sobriquet of “The Flying Dutchmen” along the scowls and
hisses from their comrades in arms with the Army of the Potomac.
Horace Greeley of the New
York Daily Tribune laid the onus for the defeat at Chancellorsville
squarely at the feet of Buroway and his 11th Army Corps comrades. "If
the 11th Corps had held its ground, the defeat and destruction of Jackson would
have been inevitable, but when they fled, it became necessary to recall Sickles
and the whole maneuver was foiled, “Greeley opined. “General Howard who
commanded it is a brave and skillful general, but neither his efforts nor those
of General Devens and General Schurz could arrest the panic. We trust that
swift justice will overtake the regiments that broke; that if it be deemed too
rigid to shoot them all, they may at least be decimated and then dissolved.”
Buroway had it
right. “Now you can see how they stick together, they ain’t like folks in the
North now.”
Buroway’s account originally appeared on Griff’s Spared & Shared website and this post represents our first collaboration.
This engraved Seated Liberty Quarter was made by a soldier in Co. C of the 107th Ohio Volunteer Infantry. The regiment sustained heavy losses two months later at Gettysburg and was then transferred to South Carolina with both the 25th and 75th Ohio regiments where it served for the rest of the war. (Union Drummer Boy) |
Camp near Brooke’s Station, Virginia
May 8, 1863
I take my pen
in hand to announce to you that through the escapes that I have made lately, I still
have the privilege of announcing to you that I am well and all right yet. We
had to leave our camp days ago and they marched us some 30 miles around to head
off the Rebs. We first went to Hartford Church and laid there until 4 o’clock
in the morning, then we started all that day and night till 3 o’clock in the
morning. Then we laid there till dinner. Then we started and marched on till 9
o’clock at night and crossed the Rappahannock River, marching that night till 3
o’clock in the morning. Then we stopped for probably two hours, then we had to
sling knapsacks and travel on the battlefield. Then we laid there till about
midnight and got the news that the enemy was near. Then we had to go to work
and build up a fence to save us and laid behind that fence all night and
watched for the enemy, but they didn’t come that night.
The next day
the pioneers dug rifle pits; this was on Saturday [May 2nd]. And on
Saturday evening the Rebs made the attack on the right wing and there is where
we were. They came on to us quite unexpected with 60,000 strong and fired on
three sides and that came too heavy. We couldn’t hold our ground. We had to
retreat or our whole brigade would have been captured. And so we fell back to
where we got more forces, then we fought them till 10 o’clock at night. Then
the Rebs gave up. But on Sunday morning, they attacked again at 8 o’clock in
the morning and fought us on that day till 2 o’clock in the afternoon, but we
weren’t in the fight on Sunday. We were right below the battle in the entrenchments
looking to be attacked every minutes. But on Saturday evening, those old soldiers
said that was the hardest artillery firing done that was known of yet.
“The rank and file of the 11th Corps are no more to be blamed for the rout than the pins in a bowling alley for falling when struck by the ball.” ~ Colonel John C. Lee, 55th Ohio
My dear
brother, it goes awful in a battle. The balls come as thick as hail. Oh brother,
you ought to have just seen the killed and wounded, it is horrible to think
over. The dead men laid in piles and the road was just full of wounded getting
to the hospital. Some had their legs shot off, others arms, others hands. Some
shot in the head, some wounded in the legs, some in the arms. I saw several
that were shot right through the belly but weren’t dead. In the field where we
fought was a nice big brick house and there were several women living in that
house, but they were secesh women and they were dressed in silk. On Sunday
about 10 o’clock, our men took a lot of prisoners and some of those prisoners
were wounded seriously, especially one who was such a good-looking boy. He had
his right arm shot off and one of them gals lead that boy to the hospital and
the blood of his arm ran down over her silk dress that she was all one blood.
That looked hard but she said that she would stick to him or else die with him.
Now you can see how they stick together, they ain’t like folks in the North now.
There is enough of the people in the North that just laughs at us soldier boys
to be such fools as to go and fight but they never think that we stand between
the enemy and their homes, to protect them and save the country. They never
think of that. Now for instance, what would become of our country if we would
all give up and go home? Why they would just come through our land and destroy
everything that we have. Oh dear brother, I do wish this war would soon come to
a close, you may believe me or not, brother.
You folks at
home don’t imagine at all how hard the poor soldiers have it on the march. They
marched us so hard that we had to throw everything away and the last five days
it rained all the time and we hadn’t the sign of a shelter to go under but had
to stick to the entrenchments all the time day and night. And yesterday when we
came back to the old camp, we had to wade a run that took us nearly under the
arms. We were all as wet as cats and hadn’t a dry stitch of clothing to put on
and no shelter to sleep under and the weather was middling cold, especially
after night. It was enough to killing any person without shooting them.
We lost in our
brigade 970 men and in our regiment 117. In our company, there were seven
wounded and missing. Corporal Daniel Stahl got wounded slightly and Henry Dinns
ain’t with the regiment yet; he is either taken prisoner or killed. It ain’t
known yet for certain what became of him but William Buroway and I got through
safe, never got touched by a ball, but narrow escapes we made. Took King Jesus
for my captain. I trust in the Lord and He will take me through safe and by
this I will come to a close hoping that these few unworthy lines may find you
all well. Take care of yourself brother and live close to God for we don’t know
how soon we may be parted on this world. Farewell brother, father, and mother;
farewell to you, hoping to see you again.
Source:
Letter from Private Jacob M. Buroway, Co. A, 107th
Ohio Volunteer Infantry, courtesy of Griff’s Spared & Shared website
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