A Victim of General Judah's Ambitions: With the 80th Indiana at Resaca
Ordered to charge the Rebel works at Resaca in advance of the rest of the army, one Hoosier serving in General Henry Judah’s division recalled the horrors he experienced in that ill-fated charge.
“Now just
think about the dozens of cannons playing on this small squad with solid shot,
shells, grape, and canister until the air was thick; solid shots flying through
the dead treetops and cutting off the limbs which fell and killed or wounded
many men,” Corporal William Bicknell of the 80th Indiana recalled in
1889. “Now while this was going on, just think of the thousands of rifles that
were shooting at us as fast as they could load and shoot, almost as thick as
any hailstorm you ever witnessed. We faced this storm a distance of about 30-35
rods when we came to a creek with opposite banks so steep we could not get up
except by helping one another. This was so slow that the enemy shot us down as
fast as we could reach the top.”
Bicknell
soon was struck in the arm by a Minie ball which fractured the bone. Scrambling
across a field under enemy fire, he eventually made it to safety before
collapsing from loss a blood. A few days later, he came across the author of
his sorrows lying in a tent near Resaca Station. “Out from the station a little
way was a tent and I heard someone seemingly in distress. I walked out to see
what the trouble was in that tent and there I found General Judah dying, as it
looked to me, with drunken tremens. I have never heard of him from that day to
this. I hope he is in heaven but have my doubts about that,” Bicknell
concluded.
Corporal Bicknell’s account of Resaca first saw publication in the May 17, 1889, edition of the Vincennes Commercial.
About 8 or 9 o’clock
p.m. on May 13, 1864, the 23rd Army Corps formed its lines in front
of Resaca, Georgia with orders to keep cartridge boxes girded on, stay close to
the guns, cook the coffee, get as much rest as possible during the night for on
the morrow we must storm the forts of Resaca. Being very tired after two days
and one night of hard marching, we felt the need for a good strong cup of
coffee and a good sound nap. But well do I remember that most of our comrades
sat up all night, talking over things of the past, of our dear homes and loved
ones whom, perhaps, we would never meet again, and so the night passed.
On the morning
of May 14, taps was given about 3 o’clock so you see we had a very short night’s
rest. Soon we were all up, cooked our coffee, ate our hardtack and bacon, and
were in line of battle by 4 a.m. We stood there in line until 8 o 9 o’clock
listening to the hard skirmishing and continual booming of the cannons. At
about 9 o’clock, we had orders to advance. We took arms and advanced about one
and a half miles and then came to a halt. We were now about three-quarters of a
mile from Resaca and any further advance would bring on an engagement for our
skirmishers were fairly into it by this time.
The general
order was that the whole army would move forward at 1 o’clock, the 23rd
Corps fronting the strong works of Resaca with the Second Division in the
center, the Second Brigade in front, with my regiment the 80th
Indiana in the lead. Brigadier General Henry Judah was in command of our
division and unfortunately for the division, he was on a big drunk and not
waiting for the hour of the general order to advance, he rushed his division
forward about one-half hour ahead of orders. Consequently, about two-thirds of
the division was killed or wounded.
When General
Judah ordered his division to advance, we went into a heavy forest of pines.
And well do I remember that the undergrowth of pine principally was so thick
that we could hardly get through in many places. This continued without about
40 rods of the Resaca forts. At this point, the order to charge was given. We
raised the yell and rushed into an open field of newly cleared land with a
great many dead trees standing. It must not be forgotten that none of the army was
moving except the Second Division of the 23rd Army Corps. I remember
the 80th Indiana in front leading on only about 500 men again an
enemy well-fortified with nothing to attract their attention but this small
squad of soldiers advancing on them.
Now just think
about the dozens of cannons playing on this small squad with solid shot, shells,
grape, and canister until the air was thick; solid shots flying through the
dead treetops and cutting off the limbs which fell and killed or wounded many
men. Now while this was going on, just think of the thousands of rifles that
were shooting at us as fast as they could load and shoot, almost as thick as
any hailstorm you ever witnessed. We faced this storm a distance of about 30-35
rods when we came to a creek with opposite banks so steep we could not get up
except by helping one another. This was so slow that the enemy shot us down as
fast as we could reach the top.
Then we were
ordered to halt and lie down. Every man tried to get shelter under the banks
and the writer was one to be left out. The water in this creek was from ankle-deep
to crotch-deep and almost as cold as ice water. Looking back just a few steps I
saw a small log and the boys falling down and putting their heads against this
small log, I did so, too. This log lay off the ground about three or four inches.
The writer had not lain there long until a Minie ball struck the lower side of
the log, glanced under, went through my right forearm, breaking it. I felt the
sting but lay still for some time before I knew I was shot.
I began to get sick and faint
and made an effort to move then discovered I was wounded with a broken arm and
bleeding profusely. I thought to change my position and looking to my left I
decided I could get in under the bank with the boys. I rose up at once and
walked over that way but one of our captains said, “Bicknell, don’t come here.
There’s no room.” I looked to the rear and saw a large log about 200 yards back
and made up my mind to go back to it. I reached it only to find it piled to the
top with men. I concluded I would go off the field some 20 rods more where I
could get shelter and be safe.
It was a desperate resolve to go
off the battlefield alone with thousands of men to shoot at me. I could feel
the air of Minie balls on both sides of my face almost hitting me. Solid shots
fell all around me and before I got over the hill the Rebels raised a yell and
I guess every Rebel shot at me and nearly every cannon. They seemed determined
to get me but failed. When I reached the turn of the hill where I knew I would
be safe, I felt that I was almost given out. It was now about 4 p.m. Looking
away down in the woods, I saw what I thought would be a nice place to stop and
rest, but I don’t remember ever getting there for at about this time I lost
consciousness. The first thing I remembered was some of my comrades putting me
on a bier to carry me back to an ambulance to send me to the field hospital, a
large barn where the army surgeons and doctors attended to the wants of the
suffering as fast as they could. I lay there until about 2 o’clock the next day
before my arm had any attention.
Brigadier General Nathaniel C. McLean of Ohio commanded the First Brigade of Judah's division to which the 80th Indiana was assigned during the opening phases of the Atlanta campaign. |
Let us now turn back to the
regiment on the morning of the 15th. Our noble and kind-hearted
Colonel Alfred Dale Owen came to the field hospital looking after his dead and
wounded boys. Well do I remember seeing that noble-hearted man sit down with us
and sob aloud like his very heart was broken, telling us that on the night
before when he got his regiment out that altogether he only had about 75 men to
stack arms. The 80th Indiana went into the battle with about 450 men
and came out with 75 to stack arms. Two-thirds of the missing were either dead
or wounded.
General Judah was put under
attest and was to be court-martialed but I think he died a short time after the
battle with delirium tremens. As I remember a few days afterwards, they moved
the wounded over to Resaca Station to ship us north. Out from the station a little
way was a tent and I heard someone seemingly in distress. I walked out to see
what the trouble was in that tent and there I found General Judah dying, as it
looked to me, with drunken tremens. I have never heard of him from that day to
this. I hope he is in heaven but have my doubts about that.
The wounded were shipped back as far as Louisville, Kentucky where we were put around to the different hospitals for treatment. For the want of attention while being shipped back, my wound took the erysipelas and for two months it looked like a slim chance to save my arm. But it finally got well and is much better than no arm at all.
To read an account of the Confederates that Bicknell and his comrades fought at Resaca, check out "Harvest Time at Resaca with the Orphan Brigade."
Source:
“Charge at Resaca: The Experience of W.S. Bicknell in that
Hard Fight,” Corporal William S. Bicknell, Co. C, 80th Indiana
Volunteer Infantry, Vincennes Commercial (Indiana), May 17, 1889, pg. 6
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