With the Regulars at Chancellorsville
In the aftermath of the Battle of Chancellorsville, Private Joseph Groff of the 12th U.S. Infantry penned the following letter describing the campaign to his hometown newspaper the Weekly Lancaster Gazette in Ohio.
Camp near Falmouth, Virginia
May 12, 1863
I have no
doubt but you would like to hear of the brave deeds of your sons and brothers
who belong to the 12th U.S. Infantry during the seven days of
fighting on the Rappahannock. With your permission, I will endeavor to give you
a description of the proceedings that are such which the best of writers cannot
do justice.
We left our
camp on the 27th of April and after a long and tiresome march we
reached the Rappahannock River at about midday on the 29th, which we crossed at
Kelley’s Ford. We also crossed the Rapidan on the same banks we bivouacked for
the night. On the 30th we left camp at 7 a.m. and marched about four
miles in a southeast direction then left the main road and went through the
woods to U.S. Ford for the purpose of opening the ford for our troops to cross.
When we reached there the first and second divisions of the Second Corps were
crossing.
When then returned to the main
road leading to Chancellorsville. This place is comprised of one large brick
house resembling some of the noble edifices of the west. The only occupants
visible in this place were a few members of the weaker sex who were standing at
the windows looking with scorn at the Yankees as we passed, little dreaming
that the beautiful meadow in front of their dwelling was the spot where
thousands of brave heroes were to contend with an armed horde of traitors.
At the crossroads we took the
road leading to Fredericksburg and marched about one mile. After stationing our
pickets, we rested on our arms for the night. May 1st will always be
remembered by the Second Division of the 5th Corps, known as Sykes’
Regulars. About 10 a.m. we encountered the enemy’s pickets. Our skirmishers
were thrown out and our boys had the fun of opening the ball of a May party in
the lofty pines of the Old Dominion. We drove in their pickets, then came their
skirmish line supported by a battery, but Captain Stephen Weed of our division soon
brought his battery to play on them and drove them from their position and
occupied it himself.
We drove them about a mile into
their works when we received orders to fall back for reasons best known to our
brave officers. It would have done you good to see our brave boys fall back;
they did it as cool as if they were on brigade drill. After we reached the woods,
the Rebels thought we were on a skedaddle so they followed us with a yell but
they caught a tartar. Our gallant Third Brigade [Colonel Patrick O'Rourke] happened to be lying down
resting in close column when the Rebs came up. The first column raised and
fired which stopped their hallowing. The second volley made them break and the
third sent them back in a hurry.
Everything remained quiet until
5 o’clock when they thought to break our center with a large force, but here
they met the regular pickets and the artillery of our division which sent them
back howling with a much smaller number than they brought for the woods was
covered with their dead and dying. This continued until night drew its sable
curtain around the scene of action.
With the exception of occasional
picket firing, everything remained quiet until about 5 o’clock on May 2nd
when the firing became very heavy on our right, the position held by the 11th
Corps formerly commanded by General Sigel. This corps, after facing the music
for about two hours, broke and scattered through the woods which I was sorry to
see for there were five or six Ohio regiments in that corps. I did not believe
it until I saw some of the 61st Ohio boys. Our division and part of
the Second Corps were ordered to take their places, which our boys did with a
good heart. We then threw up breastworks and remained in that position that
evening.
Our pickets brought in a
prisoner who some of the boys spoke with. Sergeant Fields asked him how they
were off for grub on their side of the house. He said they had been short for a
few days, then the Rebel asked Fields who had command. When Fields replied
Hooker, the Rebel said he thought so “for God damn him he was hooking them all
around.”
After they had lost about one
fourth of their army in killed, wounded, and prisoners and could not break our
lines, they threw their main force back to recapture Fredericksburg heights
which the 6th Corps had taken a few days before with a large number of
prisoners and the famous Washington battery, the flower of the enemy’s
artillery. I suppose that will account for our falling back on this side of the
river, but the noble Hooker is again across the river on his way to Richmond
where he will no doubt celebrate the Fourth of July.
The Fairfield County boys all
got through safe with the exception of Kitty Linn who was slightly wounded in
the hand. The loss in our division was not very large, only 146 killed,
wounded, and missing. Well, I suppose I must close by adding a word of sympathy
for the Butternuts of the North as the rebellion has received a blow which is
sure to crush it. I suppose the barbers will be cruel enough to raise the price
of these poor, deluded wretches on account of their long faces. The report is
current here that Stonewall Jackson is dead. Would to God that it is true.
Yours truly,
Joseph B. Groff
Co. A, 2nd Battalion, 12th U.S. Infantry
Source:
Letter from Private Joseph B. Groff, Co. A, 2nd
Battalion, 12th U.S. Infantry, Weekly Lancaster Gazette (Ohio),
May 28, 1863, pg. 1
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