My Situation was not a Pleasant One: Chickasaw Bayou with the 13th Illinois
This gritty account of the charge on December 29, 1862, at Chickasaw Bayou, was penned by an unknown soldier in the 13th Illinois. The 13th Illinois was part of Brigadier General Frank P. Blair’s brigade, holding the right front of the brigade when they conducted their charge. The regiment lost 27 killed, 107 wounded, and 40 prisoners in the fight along with their colors. Sergeant Jesse Pierce of Co. H carried them into action and was knocked out by the concussion of a shell. He came to when the Confederates, believing him to be dead, rolled him over to liberate the flag “which they valued more than they did the sergeant,” the regimental historians of the 13th noted.
The letter appeared in the May 1, 1863, edition of the Mercersburg Journal, published right about the time that General Grant launched his ultimately successful campaign to take Vicksburg.
You wish me to describe my feelings at
the time of the battle. Well, the question is not offensive at all but I must
confess that I cannot tell you my exact feelings. When I came off, I know I
felt very weak and the fact is I never have felt well since until the last week
or two.
The fact is this: our officers said that our regiment would
not go into the charge and that all we had to do was to make a feint and cheer
to draw the attention of the enemy while another brigade charged. Whether
General [Francis P.] Blair did this to deceive our officers or whether the
order from the general in command changed I am not able to say. But one thing
is certain and that is we did not anticipate a participation in the charge any
more than to make a feint!
We had our great coats on and many had double blankets around
their necks. I had my overcoat and heavy oil cloth on along with my cartridge
box and bayonet sheath. We had about 200 yards of a willow swamp with bushes
cut so thick that we could scarcely walk over it. They also had four or five of
their largest guns to command this flat.
About 10 or 11 a.m., the colonel formed us into line and the
command “fix bayonets was given and next “forward march.” On we went and as
soon we came out of the timber and in sight of the enemy (which were fully
one-third of a mile off) we commenced cheering. The enemy never opened a gun
only to reply to our battery until we commenced crossing the swamp. Then they
opened on us, making the very earth tremble with the explosions of their
shells.
On we went until we reached the other side and where we
reached the banks of the slough. Here we were kept back by a brigade in front
which caused our regiment to get broken. The regiment ahead of us (16th
Ohio) acted cowardly from the fact they stood under this bank and
although General Blair and one of his staff urged them on, still they would not
go until Blair called out the 13th Illinois to run over them.
Up we went and when I reached the field I looked round but
could see only a few of our company. It was here that Gid came to me. I went on
until I came to a small rise in the field and here I saw the captain and about
100 of our regiment. We here found that the regiment had been broken and now
all that was left for us to do was to follow up. I fell down behind this bank
with the others to get my wind which nearly had been exhausted in crossing the
willows. A large shell from one of the enemy guns fell within a few feet os us
and exploded. I came to the conclusion that this was getting too hot and off I
went.
I fell in with one of Co. A’s boys and he and I took for a
fence that ran up to the enemy works. We followed up until within about 120-130
yards of the enemy entrenchments then we stopped in one of the corners of the
fence and commenced firing. My feelings up to that time I can scarcely
describe; the balls and shell flew round my like hail. I was excited but not
frightened. But after stopping at the fence, although I could hear the enemy talk
and curse us, yet I felt that mu situation was not a pleasant one, but still I
did not feel so unpleasant as I expected.
There were four of us in one corner of the fence. One was an Irishman whom I recognized as a member of Co. K. Some of the Rebel sharpshooters found that we were unpleasant visitors and tried to drive us. This Irishman made some laughable remarks which made our party more pleasant with his company. We stayed there until we found that field vacated by our men. Now leaving was something we never thought of. Here we were within easy range of their muskets and to get away was to run through a shower of balls; to stay would only be to fall prisoner, and the former we concluded was preferable. So up we jumped and ran off like frightened deer, I covering the retreat.
To read more about the fight at Chickasaw Bayou, please check out the following posts:
Death of the
Bayou: The 16th Ohio ay Chickasaw Bluffs
Captain
Kaufman’s Captured Diary: A Relic of Chickasaw Bayou (58th Ohio)
Masters of the Field: A Confederate Artilleryman at Chickasaw Bayou
There Goes
My Brigade to Hell: The 42nd Ohio at Chickasaw Bayou
Bonebrake’s
Redemption: Richmond to Chickasaw Bayou with the 69th Indiana
“I’m Shot, My God, I’m Shot!” A Melancholy Event on the Way to Chickasaw Bayou
A Gunner’s
Life at Chickasaw Bayou with the 17th Ohio Battery
A Fredericksburg in the West: A Witness to the Chickasaw Bayou Fight (6th Missouri)
Source:
“Battle of
Vicksburg,” letter from unknown soldier in 13th Illinois Volunteer
Infantry, Mercersburg Journal (Pennsylvania), May 1, 1863, pg. 1


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