I Gave Them All the Bullets I Had: With the 18th Connecticut at Second Winchester
Writing to
his mother ten days after the disaster that had befallen his regiment at Second
Winchester, Private George W. Cross of the 18th Connecticut counted
himself lucky to have escaped unharmed.
It was early in the morning of June 15, 1863, when the
regiment, trying to escape from Winchester to Harper’s Ferry, found itself
trapped near Stephenson’s Depot. Ordered to charge by General Robert Milroy, the
18th Connecticut turned off the road, formed into line, and went
into the fight. It wasn’t long before the line unraveled and was ordered to disperse.
“Just as we had orders to scatter and save our lives, a horse
came running out of the woods between me and the Rebels,” Cross recalled. “I
put for him and caught him. About the time I go on his back, the bullets flew
around my head like hail and plowed the ground all around me. The Rebels sung
out to me, “Halt, you damned Yankee, your retreat is cut off!” I put the butt
of my gun around the horse’s legs and off I went as fast as he could carry me.
I put for the mountains and Lord knows where I went to for I don’t.”
Private Cross’s account of Second Winchester and his escape into Pennsylvania first saw publication in the July 10, 1863, edition of the Willimantic Journal.
Bloody
Creek, Pennsylvania
June 25, 1863
Dear mother,
Today is the first chance I have had
to write to you since the Battle of Winchester. I went through the whole fight
and did not get wounded. How I escaped from being taken prisoner is more than I
can see into. I got into a field once where there were over 3,000 Rebels hid in
the bushes and grass. The fight commenced Saturday morning. We whipped them
till Sunday afternoon then another force came up in our rear and, in fact, on
all sides of us. Our force was only 6,000-7,000 men while the Rebels had about
30,000. We had plenty of forts but no cannons to put in them.
Sunday night by 6 o’clock the Rebels
had captured every fort but one and every cannon but four. From that time up to
10 in the evening the fight was terrible. Their cannons were no further off
that Mott’s house from you and the way the shells flew was a caution. At 1 o’clock
Monday morning, we spiked the four cannons and retreated towards Harper’s
Ferry. We left two baggage wagons filled with tents and knapsacks. We did not
try to take them with us so I have lost everything except what I have got on. I
shall miss the photograph the most of all.
We got through the Rebel line and had
gone four miles when we were surrounded again in a piece of woods and here we
had to fight for life. We would charge on them and drive them some ways then
they would drive us. We stood our ground for two or three hours and then
scattered in every direction. Some men cut their way through, some were taken
prisoner, and others were shot. Captain Bowen was shot. They were carrying him
off in a litter when he raised his head up and the Rebels shot him dead.
We hung together till we lost near all
of our officers. I saw Colonel Ely’s horse without a rider. One of our
lieutenants was shot and taken prisoner and others were taken prisoner. There
are not over a dozen men of Co. C now at headquarters. I am the only one from
the Falls; there are a great many more scattered over the mountains. We did not
scatter until daybreak. The Rebels had several cannons and poured the grapeshot
and shells into us so fast that we could not stand it. When it was dark, they
fired over us most every time. When men stand up in front of cannons for two or
three hours (which are not more than 6 rods off), you may be sure that they are
fighting for their lives.
“We went about four miles and our skirmishers began to fire. We drew up in line and gave them a volley. They had a battery but we had none with us. We fought three hours when General [Robert] Milroy gave the command to charge and take the battery. We started and as soon as we got by, Milroy ran away. We did not take the battery for they had it across a bridge. We went up that time just to give General Milroy a chance to escape. When we retreated out of the woods, the Rebels were coming in on all side so Colonel Ely had to surrender. He felt so bad, the tears rolled down his cheeks. We stacked our guns, took off our belts, and marched to the fort.” ~Private Jonathan S. Colburn, Co. H, 18th Connecticut
Just as we had orders to scatter and save our lives, a horse
came running out of the woods between me and the Rebels. I put for him and
caught him. About the time I go on his back, the bullets flew around my head
like hail and plowed the ground all around me. The Rebels sung out to me, “Halt,
you damned Yankee, your retreat is cut off!” I put the butt of my gun around
the horse’s legs and off I went as fast as he could carry me.
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Colonel William G. Ely 18th Connecticut |
I put for the mountains and Lord knows where I went to for I don’t.
I tried to go northwest but all I had to guide me was the sun. I knew the
Rebels were in Martinsburg so I thought I would put up into Pennsylvania. I
came out at Bath on the Potomac. Just as I had got over the river, what should
I see but the Rebels coming into the town? So I put back over the river again
and went up the river as fast as the horse would go. At St. John’s, I met a
train of cars just going out, so I jumped off the horse and got into the cars
and rode up to Cumberland, Pennsylvania. When I got there, I found several of
the 18th Connecticut. I was so tired I could barely stand up.
If you had seen me when on horse you would have smiled. I
wore the seats of my pants and drawers through. We went from Cumberland to New
Creek and from there we struck off through the mountains to Bedford,
Pennsylvania. We walked about 40 miles and brought up within four miles of
Cumberland again. This about discouraged us. We jumped into an empty car and
rode about 8 miles and now we are at Bloody Creek, about 8 miles from Bedford.
About 100 men from my regiment are here.
I hope when we go into another fight we will have a chance to pay the Rebels up. I gave them all the bullets I had. Seven of us fired a Rebel officer on horseback and killed him. Which of us hit him is hard to say. For the last week I have not had anything to eat, only what I have begged from folks.
To
learn more about the three-days fighting at Second Winchester, please check out
these posts:
Disaster at
Second Winchester with the 122nd Ohio
Three Hard Days in June: The 110th Ohio at Second Winchester
Sources:
Letter from Private George W. Cross, Co. C, 18th Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, Willimantic Journal (Connecticut), July 10, 1863, pg. 1
Letter from
Private Jonathan S. Colburn, Co. H, 18th Connecticut Volunteer
Infantry, Willimantic Journal (Connecticut), August 14, 1863, pg. 1
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