Rosey’s Sacrifice: The 18th U.S. in the Cedars of Stones River
Near high noon on December 31, 1862, General William S. Rosecrans saw that a sacrifice needed to be made to buy time to reform the collapsing Federal army at the Battle of Stones River. He turned to Lieutenant Colonel Oliver L. Shepherd commanding the Regular Brigade.
An officer of the 18th U.S.
Infantry was within earshot of Rosey’s conversation with Colonel Shepherd. “The
enemy had succeeded in massing his forces at our weak point and that a change
of front of our own forces was necessary for the salvation of the entire army,”
he wrote. “My first knowledge of this fact was derived from hearing the fact
stated in an undertone by General Rosecrans to [Lt. Col. Oliver L.] Shepherd
who happened to be within eight or ten feet from me at the time. [Rosecrans]
stated that he had ordered two brigades of Rousseau’s division forward to hold
the enemy in check as long as possible. But that unless we could hold them for
30 minutes without calculating on the others, that the whole army was lost.
Colonel Shepherd protested, saying that it would sacrifice his whole command.
General Rosecrans replied that he knew it but he had to sacrifice somebody- and
had no others that he could depend upon to do the work. Accordingly, we went
in.”
Subsequently, the Regulars would lose half of their numbers but would buy Rosecrans the critical half hour he needed to reform the army along the railroad and the Nashville Pike. This letter, written by an unknown officer of the 18th U.S. Infantry, first saw publication in the February 20, 1863, edition of the Mercersburg Journal published in Mercersburg, Pennsylvania.
Camp near
Murfreesboro, Tennessee
January 17, 1863
Now that the smoke has cleared away
and I can look back calmly over the events crowded into the short four days in
which my brigade was engaged, although the time seems wonderfully short, it
appears to me a little less than miraculous that I am sitting here tonight to
pen these few lines, even more so that any of that little handful are left to
tell the story of their devotion, heroism, and patience through all those
terrible days.
Our brigade consisted at the time of
the fight of two battalions of our regiment [18th U.S.], one of the
15th, one of 16th, and six companies of the 19th
Regular Infantry, and Battery H, 5th Regular Artillery (formerly
Terrill’s) commanded by Lieutenant Guenther of six guns and known through this
portion of Rebeldom as the “wild cat battery.”
I have said nothing of the battle in
any of my previous letters but as the newspaper accounts which have met my eye
are in many points very inaccurate, I will give you a short sketch of the part
played by us in the bloody drama.
On Wednesday morning December 31st
at 6:30 a.m. we moved out of camp and took up our position in line of battle as
the reserve brigade of the reserve division (Rousseau) half a mile from where
the thundering of artillery and clash of musketry told us the main conflict had
opened. At this point, we rested on our arms until nearly 9 o’clock. An aide of
General Rosecrans galloped up and ordered us to the support of McCook on the
right.
We started in through a dense forest
of cedars and had not got into the open space beyond when we met McCook and
staff and the remnant of what had been his army corps flying before the flushed
hosts of Rebeldom in the wildest confusion and disorder. We at once about-faced
and double quicked off at right angles, placing our battery on the main ridge
of the field and commanding the position from which McCook had just been driven
and where two-thirds of Bragg’s army had been massed.
In about five minutes, a division came
out of the woods marching in splendid order six columns deep to charge our
battery. It was to me a moment of awful suspense. On they came in a seemingly
endless mass when in an instant Guenther opened on them with canister, his guns
double-shotted, and we and the 9th Brigade on our left opened with
musketry. Language is powerless to describe the scene that ensued- the terrible
carnage in their ranges- their breaking then rallying again with heroism worthy
of a better cause- only to be finally repulsed and driven back into the heavy
timbers from whence they had come.
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| Lt. Col. Oliver L. Shepherd Regular Brigade |
During the next hour, the same thing
was repeated with but slight variations and with like result. Thus things stood
with us up to 11 o’clock when suddenly it was found that the enemy had
succeeded in massing his forces at our weak point and that a change of front of
our own forces was necessary for the salvation of the entire army. My first
knowledge of this fact was derived from hearing the fact stated in an undertone
by General Rosecrans to [Lt. Col. Oliver L.] Shepherd who happened to be within
eight or ten feet from me at the time. [Rosecrans] stated that he had ordered
two brigades of Rousseau’s division forward to hold the enemy in check as long
as possible. But that unless we could hold them for 30 minutes without
calculating on the others, that the whole army was lost. Colonel Shepherd
protested, saying that it would sacrifice his whole command. General Rosecrans
replied that he knew it but he had to sacrifice somebody- and had no others
that he could depend upon to do the work. Accordingly, we went in.
I trust never again to witness such as
sight as it was my lot to witness in that belt of cedars. Regiment after
regiment of our advance was driven back, some them behaving badly in the
extreme, until we alone were left to breast the fearful storm of lead and iron
under which we stood from 16 minutes past 12 until 3 minutes of 1 when we
received orders to fall back a quarter of a mile to our battery and the
protection of the railroad. 1,600 men in our brigade alone fought and held in check
for 41 minutes a whole division (commanded by Withers) of the choicest troops
in the Rebel army.
You can form no conception of the
infernal din with six pieces of artillery playing on us with shell, shrapnel,
and solid shot, somewhere between 15,000-20,000 rifles and 4,500 muskets
playing during that whole time upon our devoted column. The whiz of shot was
actually so incessant that I could not distinguish any intermission between
them. We left along the strip of ground that marked our line of battle half of
the men that went in with us.
The other three days’ fighting were light in comparison though we were under heavy fire all the time. They seem, in looking back, as mere child’s play compared with Wednesday. I forgot to mention that I had my hat knocked off on Wednesday by a 10-pdr shell without any further injury than producing a little temporary nervousness.

Sergeant Winfield Scott Harrison served in Co. E, 2nd Battalion, 18th U.S. at Stones River. He would lose his life two years later during the Atlanta campaign.
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Source:
Letter from
unknown officer of 18th U.S. Infantry, Mercersburg Journal
(Pennsylvania), February 20, 1863, pg. 2



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