The Flag Never Touched The Ground: William Carney at Battery Wagner
The battle still raged at Battery Wagner as Captain Luis
Emilio, the ranking surviving officer of the 54th Massachusetts, rallied the battered survivors of the failed charge behind a sand
embankment. The regiment had suffered grievously: Colonel Shaw was missing and
presumed dead, hundreds of men were missing, at least 50 more had returned with
wounds ranging from the trivial to the ghastly, and the pride of the regiment,
its state and national colors were missing. One of the color guards had managed
to bring off the staff of the state colors, but the silk flag itself was
missing.
Out of the gloom, the men of the
regiment spied a man stumbling towards the line carrying a flag; to their
surprise, they found that it was Sergeant William H. Carney of Co. C bringing
back the national colors of the 54th through a hail of bullets and shells.
The Virginia-born sergeant had been wounded once in the left hip, once in the
right leg, once through the chest, once more through the right arm, and finally
a bullet grazed his head. His blue uniform was riddled with bullet holes and soaked with blood,
but he still grasped the colors firmly and his comrades broke into cheers once he
presented the colors to Captain Emilio. “Boys, I only did my duty,” he said
plainly. “The flag never touched the ground.”
In late 1892, Sergeant Carney wrote the following account to the National Tribune detailing his experiences at Fort Wagner in response to a prior article written by Sergeant Solomon C. Miller of Co. H of the 76th Pennsylvania, the Keystone Zouaves. Carney would be awarded the Medal of Honor on May 23, 1900 for his actions at Battery Wagner, the citation reading “when the color sergeant was shot down, this soldier grasped the flag, led the way to the parapet, and planted the colors thereon. When the troops fell back, he brought off the flag, under a fierce fire in which he was twice severely wounded.” Sergeant Carney was the first African American soldier to be awarded the Medal of Honor.
In an article speaking of the
charge on Fort Wagner on July 18, 1863, Sergeant S.C. Miller of Co. H of the 76th
Pennsylvania [Keystone Zouaves] says he was there on July 11th and
on the 18th carrying the colors of his regiment which is all right.
Then he also says he does not want to rob Sergeant Carney of his honors. I
would like to ask the sergeant how near he got to the fort on the night of July
18 because I shall tell just how near I got.
While on the charge, he will
remember that we came to the rifle pits where the pickets were stationed
outside the fort and just after crossing the rifle pit, I found the national
colors of my regiment unguarded; that is to say that the color sergeant [John
Wall] had fallen into the rifle pit and as the regiment rushed on, he was
trampled over so far as I know. I must submit that there was no time for
investigation there at that time, and I did not attempt an investigation, but
seeing the colors, I grabbed them and rushed on with my regiment and although
the sergeant says no men reached the fort that night, I can describe the manner
in which the 54th with Colonel Shaw, Carney, and the rest actually
reached not near the slopes, but the ramparts of Fort Wagner. And I am sure
that if he did not reach the fort that night, he did not get a chance to
inspect it for three long months.
Now, on our charge we came to
the slope that he speaks of and descended into the ditch. We crossed the ditch
and ascended the upward slope and our men did actually reach the parapets of
Wagner and were killed on the parapets and fell inside the fort when killed as
did Colonel Shaw of which there is abundant proof, by both Federals and
Confederates. I crossed the ditch with the flag and ascended the rising slope
which was of sand until I came so near the top that I could reach it with my flag,
and at this time the shot, grape, canister, and hand grenades, came in showers
and the columns were leveled. I found myself the only man struggling and at
this instant I halted on the slope, still holding the flag erect in my hand.
In this position I remained
quite a while, thinking that there were more to come, and that we had captured
the fort. While in this position, I saw a company coming toward me on the
ramparts of the fort and I thought they were Federal troops and raised my flag
and shouted to them at the top of my voice, but before they saw me, I
discovered by the light of a discharged cannon their flag to be that of the
Confederates. Judge for yourselves how close I must have been to them on that
dark night. But they did not see me, and I rolled my flag around the staff,
remaining still in the position that I had held for quite a while and finding
myself to be the only struggling man, as all around me, under me, and beside me
were dead or dying and wounded. This was after the retreat for I did not hear
the order to retreat.
I thought then I would try to
get away as I saw no one standing erect but myself. I descended the slope in
the ditch over the dead and dying, and the ditch that was dry half an hour
before when I crossed it now comes up to my waist in water; but by the help of
the Good Father, I struggled and crossed the ditch and crawled up the slope on
my return. I still held the flag in my hand and reached the top of the slope
going back. I had not been shot until I reached the place where I received a
bullet in the left hip. I was not prostrated but continuing struggling to the
rear, seeing no living man but myself moving.
When a little farther on, I was
challenged by someone and upon answering he proved to be a man of the 100th
New York. This man came to me. The sergeant speaks of the words spoken that
night; I said many things that night that have never been printed, of them this.
“Are you wounded?” I was asked and told him I was. “What flag is that you carry?”
I told him the flag of the 54th Massachusetts. He said, “I am not
wounded. I will help you down the beach.” He came to me and got on my wounded
side and took me by the arm and said, “Let me carry the flag, you are pretty
badly wounded.” I told him I would not give that flag to any living man save a
member of the 54th Massachusetts.
So, on we went until we reached
the rear guard where we were halted and examined. The officer examined and
found me wounded, and the other man he sent back to his regiment. The officer
asked my number and regiment and passed me over to the Ambulance Corps with instructions
to find my regiment which was done.
As I reached the remnant of my
regiment, I tried to hurrah, in fact I did hurrah, and the boys hurrahed for
the flag that had been brought back to them and the man that brought it. I said
to them, “Let us go back to the fort.” And the officer in charge [Captain Luis
Emilio] said “Sergeant, you have done enough. You are badly wounded, you had
better keep quiet” or words to that effect when I replied, “I have only done my
duty; the old flag never touched the ground.” It did not to the best of my
knowledge while I had it, although I was struck twice after that.
This was on Saturday night
probably at midnight on Morris Island and I lost myself; did not regain consciousness
until Monday afternoon when I had been carried to the hospital at Beaufort,
South Carolina. Now regarding the medal. I received a medal and if I had time,
I would describe it fully. But suffice it to say this medal was lost at one
time and found in the city of Boston, and when I went to obtain it, I carried it
to a jeweler and had a patent fastener put on it. The deed I performed, the
medal I have, and though it was but lead, I prize it as a diamond.
Source:
Account of Sergeant William H. Carney, Co. C, 54th
Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry, National Tribune, January 5, 1893, pg.
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