Our Gallant Boys Bleaching in the Sun: A Buckeye Returns to Chickamauga
Three months after the Battle of Chickamauga, Captain James Stinchcomb of the 17th Ohio was still haunted by the experience and mourned the heavy losses his regiment suffered during the fight.
“No one can appreciate the
feeling of a soldier when a comrade dies, except that it is one who has had the
trial,” he explained to his wife. “I have no doubt many at home often wonder
why it is we cannot give more definite information of their friends. A
battlefield such as Chickamauga, seven miles long and five or six wide, and we
compelled to leave in the night without means to convey the wounded, surely
will explain to anyone the reason. If they had seen as many tears shed as I did
by stout-hearted soldiers when they looked back on that bloody field as they
remembered their wounded comrades, I know such a thought would never occupy
their minds for one moment.”
Once the Confederate army had
been driven away from Chattanooga, Stinchcomb took the first chance he could revisit
the Chickamauga battlefield as part of a contingent of Federal troops who
returned to the Chickamauga battlefield determined to find the graves of their
comrades. It proved a harrowing and melancholy experience as he explained to
his wife.
“I saw nine of our gallant boys’
remains bleaching in the sun, untouched, except where some ragged villain had
taken off their shoes, shirt, or their pants,” he wrote. “It may be said that
these men were overlooked- not so, for Rebels were buried within three feet of
them. We found the bones of two of our men that they had placed rails on them
and burned them. Some places they buried them from 18 inches to two feet deep,
but as a general thing their heads and feet were left uncovered.”
Captain Stinchcomb was a regular correspondent with his hometown newspaper the Lancaster Gazette and his account of visiting Chickamauga originally appeared in the December 17, 1863 and January 7, 1864 editions of that newspaper.
Chattanooga, Tennessee
December 1, 1863
I have made a diligent search
since my return for both Solomon Smethers and Solomon Miller of my company;
both were wounded in the Chickamauga fight and from the best information I now
get, they both have died of their wounds; better and braver soldiers could not
be found. They were both wounded on the afternoon of Sunday in the front rank
on the hill where the terrible fighting was done under Thomas.
Smethers was a member of the
M.E. Church and never forgot his duty and obligations as a Christian. No
kinder-hearted man lived than Miller. Thomas Cluagy (or Kleinick) of my company
has also died of wounds received at the same place. He, too, was a brave
soldier and was wounded near the spot where the other two were. They all three
died as soldiers.
No one can appreciate the feeling of a soldier when a comrade dies, except that it is one who has had the trial; it is just like one of the family away, yet I have no doubt many at home often wonder why it is we cannot give more definite information of their friends. A battlefield such as Chickamauga, seven miles long and five or six wide, and we compelled to leave in the night without means to convey the wounded, surely will explain to anyone the reason. If they had seen as many tears shed as I did by stout-hearted soldiers when they looked back on that bloody field as they remembered their wounded comrades, I know such a thought would never occupy their minds for one moment.
Headquarters, 17th O.V.I., Mission Ridge, Tennessee
December 17, 1863
Yesterday I
visited the battlefield of Chickamauga along with a detail from some four
regiments of our brigade. I thought I had seen evidence of hard fighting at
Mill Springs, Shiloh, and Stones River, but the field of Chickamauga has so
many more marks and evidence that it surprised all who saw it. In front of
Baird’s, Reynolds,’ and Johnson’s divisions, were I to tell you the truth, you
would say I surely did not see correctly.
When we got to
where our division fought on Saturday and found every tree and bush in front of
our lines marked with bullets, many of them with 50 bullets in one tree, we all
thought it hard fighting, but when we were moved to our left on Sunday and saw
as many as 100 in at least half the trees and one-third shot off with cannon
balls, all were astonished.
But shall I describe the
appearance of the field in front of the line for a mile where Baird, Johnson,
and Reynolds’ division fought? The Rebels charged the breastworks a number of
times during the day and every place where the Rebel columns were hurled
against our men were such traces of desperate fighting as there has never seen
and probably will never again. Shall I say 500-1,000 bullets in almost every
tree of any size in a space from the ground to a little higher than a man’s
head?
I don’t give you any conception
of the true condition. Trees two feet over are absolutely shot to fine
splinters- that in the side facing our breastworks were actually hot so often
that their whole sides are in slivers and splinters. It must have been a
continual stream of lead. There are five or six such places and each one as
wide as from the courthouse from the Courthouse to Hon. Thomas Ewing’s, and as
the Rebels came up in columns their loss must have been fearful. Again, on the
hill where the promiscuous mass was fighting in the afternoon of Sunday of
which I wrote you about some time before is the same evidence.
The Rebel graves show from five to one of ours. To be sure, our men were not all buried, though I have no doubt the Rebel generals intended that they should be, but a portion of their details were evidently worse than heathens. I saw nine of our gallant boys’ remains bleaching in the sun, untouched, except where some ragged villain had taken off their shoes, shirt, or their pants. It may be said that these men were overlooked- not so, for Rebels were buried within three feet of them. We found the bones of two of our men that they had placed rails on them and burned them. Some places they buried them from 18 inches to two feet deep, but as a general thing their heads and feet were left uncovered.
Sources:
Letters from Captain James Stinchcomb, Co. B, 17th
Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Lancaster Gazette (Ohio), December 17, 1863, pg.
2; also, January 7, 1864, pg. 1
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