Best Soldier in Bragg’s Army: Alfred Jackson Worsham of the 41st Mississippi
Comparisons of who was the best soldier in either army during the Civil War have long served as conversational fodder for many an armchair historian, but Captain James Kincannon of the 41st Mississippi staked such a claim for one of his soldiers, Alfred J. Worsham.
Worsham as he was called was hardly an imposing physical
specimen: “He was box-ankled, knock-kneed, angular, and disjointed all over. He
could not stand up straight and was never in line in the company’s formation during
the entire term of his service. His energy was wonderful, his will indomitable,
his courage superb, and his powers of endurance supernatural. He was never on
the sick list, was always at roll call, never shirked any duty, and did more
extra service than all the rest of the brigade put together. He was never idle,
slept but little, and was always ready to volunteer for any hazardous work that
was wanted. He was truly a wonderful man and seemed to have been made purposely
for the place which he filled in the army.”
Captain Kincannon’s description of this extraordinary character first saw print in the May 20, 1905, edition of the Macon Beacon; just a few months later Kincannon died at the age of 77 years old.
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We'll never know whether this soldier was Alfred Jackson Worsham of the 41st Mississippi but the "Victory or Death" slogan seems like it would have fit this extraordinary character. |
The best soldier that ever buckled on
the armor of a holy cause was Alfred Jackson Worsham of Co. D, 41st
Mississippi Infantry. This is saying a heap for a single soldier, for every man
of that glorious band of heroes was a true and loyal soldier and did his duty
well and nobly. But “Worsham” as he was known all through the brigade to which
the 41st Mississippi was attached, did a great deal more than his
duty.
He was a man of unique character and
was endowed with a physical constitution that was as tough as a post oak and
with a mental organism and general personality that was sui generis. There was
never but one Worsham. Without intending it, he could do more things to attract
the attention of everybody in reach of his performances than any man who ever
lived. He was entirely original in everything and had as many peculiarities as
were ever compressed in mortal form.
He was not large of stature and his limbs seemed to have been
articulated by Dame Nature when she was in a dreamy mood. In putting all his
parts together, Nature seemed to be trying to create a masculine curio and she
certainly succeeded. He was box-ankled, knock-kneed, angular, and disjointed
all over. He could not stand up straight and was never in line in the company’s
formation during the entire term of his service.
His energy was wonderful, his will indomitable, his courage
superb, and his powers of endurance supernatural. He was never on the sick
list, was always at roll call, never shirked any duty, and did more extra
service than all the rest of the brigade put together. He was never idle, slept
but little, and was always ready to volunteer for any hazardous work that was
wanted. He was truly a wonderful man and seemed to have been made purposely for
the place which he filled in the army. From the day the company was organized,
Worsham became the “pack horse” of it and during every day of his service he
carried a load that would have made any other man either desert of commit
suicide. But he carried it by choice and never dreamed of adopting either of
these alternatives to escape it.
From the outset, Worsham was chosen as the “head of his mess.”
This meant he was chief cook and bottle washer. Joe Stokes, John Hodges, Joe
Rogers, John Menees, Jimmy Jones, John L. Jones, Joe Nuckles, and Worsham made
up the mess. Over it Worsham presided from the beginning and through all its
changes of members, he held his place to the entire satisfaction of all. He
drew the rations, cooked and washed the dishes of the boys, all of which they
let him do willingly because he liked the job.
When the regiment was formed in April 1862, Worsham was “promoted”
to the place of company “commissary” which he accepted but held on to his place
as head of the mess. He liked the place and kept it until he was disabled and
had to leave the army. As company commissary, he was always at his post and
never failed to get his full share of the best that was to be had. There was
never a complaint against him and nobody every tried to oust him.
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In addition to these important positions, Worsham became the
barber, first for the company and then for the regiment. He was so successful
in this place that the brigade adopted him and finally the division. Many of
the higher ranking officers patronized him and he became famous throughout the
army as a barber. He kept his scissors and razors sharp and his brush and soap
always clean. In this place he did much good and filled a great need in the
army. In addition to these places, he became a kind of sutler and carried
tobacco for sale. As quartermaster, I allowed him to put his tobacco in John
Stewart’s wagon and hauled it for him. Sometimes he had as much as 100 pounds.
He always had a plug or two in his knapsack for sale. He also carried a camp
stool and his barber’s outfit and was always ready to shave a customer night or
day.
I remember that at Camp Moccasin opposite Chattanooga when
Bragg’s army was starting on the Kentucky campaign, the 41st Mississippi
was brigaded with the 25th Louisiana. In that regiment were the “Tigers,”
a company made up of stevedores and wharf rats from New Orleans. They nearly
stole our regiment out of cooking utensils. Worsham carried the skillet and
frying pan of his mess about him and slept with them near him to keep the
Tigers from getting them. With his blanket across his shoulder, his camp stool,
canteen, haversack, and frying pan, he looked more like a camel than a man.
In battle Worsham was conspicuously
alert and daring. He never quailed under the most terrific fire. At Perryville,
he fired 72 shots and his gun became so hot that he could not load it. In
trying to do so, he pushed the ramrod deep in the palm of his hand. He did not
mind the pain but kept on fighting. When we had fallen back to Knoxville, he
brought me a certificate written in red ink covering a whole page of foolscap
paper, narrating his exploits in the battle and asked me to sign it. I declined
to do so on the ground that such a certificate would be invidious. He then
carried it to Lieutenant [Robert E.V.] Yates who declined on the same plea. One
of the boys asked Worsham what he wanted with it. “I want to have it framed and
hung up in my home so that my boy can see it, and when some coward who went
after water and did not come back till after the battle was over says his
father did not do his full duty in that fight, he can point to it and tell him
that he is a liar,” Worsham replied. This closed the interview.
At the Battle of Murfreesboro, Worsham’s
left arm between the elbow and the wrist was broken by a Minie ball. The bone
pierced its way through the flesh and showed through the skin. Bragg retreated
from his position the next night. It was raining heavily and we had to find our
way through pitchy darkness. My train had been cut in two by another at a
crossing of two roads and everything was in confusion. I was giving orders
trying to get out of the disorder.
To my great surprise, I heard Worsham calling me. He
recognized my voice and I knew his. He came close to the side of my horse and
told me his condition. I could only see the outline of his form. I made him get
into one of the wagons and carried him on to Shelbyville which place we reached
at daylight the next morning. Captain [William Baldwin] Augustus will recall
this terrible night and how we, drenched with rain, awakened an old Negro and
his wife and jumped into their bed for a little nap.
When I could do so, I examined Worsham’s arm which he had
bound up with an old piece of tent cloth. I tried to get him to go to the hospital
but he would not do so. He prevailed upon me to get Dr. [John S.] Cain, the
surgeon, to send him home which he did. He never had anything done for his
wound but doctored it himself. It got well but was useless thereafter and he
was never fit for service again.
Worsham was an enigma. In his dealings with men, he was brusque, suspicious, and wary. He had but few friends but to these he was loyal and devoted. I chanced to be one of these and always found him true as steel. There is much more I could write of this strange genius. I regarded him as the best soldier in Bragg’s army. If Stonewall Jackson and Forrest had 100,000 men like him, the Confederacy would have gained its independence. I know nothing of Worsham’s posterity. If any of them should read this, they would do me a favor if they would write to me.
J.K.
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Source:
War
Reminiscences by Captain James Kincannon, Co. D, 41st Mississippi
Infantry, Macon Beacon (Mississippi), May 20, 1905, pg. 2
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