A Mixed-Up Mess of Confusion: At South Mountain with the 6th Wisconsin
Writing from a hospital bed in Washington, D.C. three weeks after his regiment’s fight at Turner’s Gap, John Costigan of the 6th Wisconsin recalled “the affair was a mixed-up mess of confusion. We fought on the brow of a steep hill among rocks and logs and all sorts of obstructions. The enemy tried to flank us when Colonel [Edward S.] Bragg yelled to change front forward on the first company.”
“I could hear the Rebel brigadier
holler “Shoot low, prick the toenails of the damned Yankees!” The bullets flew
like hail among us and sounded like bees swarming. The Rebels made me a present
of three pieces of lead a little above the right knee. It tickled some, I
assure you. I dug out one chunk with my jackknife the next day,” Costigan
stated.
Costigan’s letter first appeared in the October 15, 1862, edition of the Daily Milwaukee News.
Emory Hospital, Washington, D.C.
October 3, 1862
Writing
letters these days with soldiers is about played out. For the last three
months, I would rather take a whipping than write a line. To begin with, I was
wounded on the 14th ultimo at South Mountain, Maryland. The Rebels
made me a present of three pieces of lead a little above the right knee. It
tickled, some I assure you. I dug out one chunk with my jackknife the next day.
We fought on
the brow of a steep hill among rocks and logs and all sorts of obstructions.
The enemy tried to flank us when Colonel [Edward S.] Bragg yelled to change
front forward on the first company. I could hear the Rebel brigadier holler “Shoot
low, prick the toenails of the damned Yankees!” The bullets flew like hail
among us and sounded like bees swarming. The battle at Gainesville was a much
longer one. Then I shot off my musket 46 times; that was the place the Rebels
caught the lead and steel.
I assisted my comrades all I could who were very badly wounded and, I am sorry to say, there were too many of the latter class. A Rebel officer who was prisoner of two of the 19th Indiana boys was passing by me just then. I hailed them, they came back and crutched me along at a lively rate. I carelessly, however, asked the one I was leaning my left arm on what regiment he belonged to, and he told me he belonged to the 23rd North Carolina! I thought I was sold sure, till the Indiana soldier relieved me by saying that the officer was a prisoner. [Editor note- wondering that this might actually be the 23rd Georgia which was at Turner's Gap.]
Colonel (later brigadier) Edward S. Bragg
6th Wisconsin Infantry
Only a few Rebel prisoners were
taken up that night and the affair was a mixed-up mess of confusion. We were
placed in a barn that night- the Rebel wounded were taken care of as well as
the Federals. From thence we moved to Middletown in ambulances and got
comfortable quarters in the Lutheran church. It had very good cushions on the
seats which made very good beds- quite a luxury to some of us- amputation was going
on all the time; legs and arms lay in the lobbies in piles. Joe Eubanks lay
close to me and looked pale- he was shot in the breast (flesh wound) and in his
hand. He was not removed when I was.
The wounded of my company
include Sergeants Gallagher, Kerr, and Keogh; Corporals Dunn, Carpenter, May,
and Privates Leroy Fowler, Josiah Fowler, Jim Clark, Frank Clark, Riley, Myers,
McIntosh (slightly), Spears, and McInzie. Killed are Frank Arnold, H.M.
Dunning, Ferdinand Eversol, Avery, and Perkins; must I add Sergeant Dick
Montgomery, the brightest man of those mentioned. At the suggestion of
McIntosh, I wrote his name on a piece of board and placed it at his head that
his friends may find him easily should they seek his remains. We will miss him
very much as he managed all our company affairs so correctly.
Frank Bell was transferred to a battery the day before the fight; I know not whether he got hit or not. We were moved to Frederick City and from there to Washington; some of our company are in Baltimore and some in the Capitol. I suppose you know that they use the big building as a hospital. The building I am placed in is one of a long range of frame buildings known as the Pennsylvania Cavalry Barracks just outside the corporation of Washington. We get good usage; lady visitors attend us every day and bring us nice little presents every time. The night before last, my leg pained me very much but, since then, it feels decidedly better; so much so, that I shall in a few minutes pick up my crutch to go witness a grand review just now before the door.
For John Costigan, the war was over as he would be discharged for disability on February 4, 1863. A native of Ireland, Costigan would eventually reside at the National Home for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers in Hampton, Virginia where he died May 6, 1889, at the age of 64.
Source:
Letter from Private John J. Costigan, Co. D, 6th
Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry, Daily Milwaukee News (Wisconsin), October
15, 1862, pg. 1
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