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November 4, 2011

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A Slight Demonstration (6)

By Greyhawk

November 5, 1861:

"Rebel Accounts of the Leesburgh Affair" read the headline in the New York Times. It had taken a few days for the news to travel from behind enemy lines, but New Yorkers could now read the story as presented in the October 29th issue of the Richmond (Virginia) Examiner.

" C ol. FEATHERSTONE, who commanded one of the Mississippi regiments in the late battle at Leesburgh, has made a statement, giving the result of the action, and some additional circumstances adding to the lustre of our victory. He states that we took 776 prisoners, four pieces of artillery, 1,600 muskets, and a quantity of clothing. Our forces engaged in the action did not exceed 1,500 men. The enemy had from seven to twelve regiments. Our loss was not more than 150 killed and wounded. The enemy's loss in killed, wounded, drowned and prisoners, is stated to have not been less than 1,900 men."

The 42nd New York Volunteer Infantry - the Tammany Regiment - had been heavily involved in the fight, so there was more than passing interest in the battle here in their "home town." The story from Richmond was substantially different from the earliest reports New Yorkers had gotten from loyal Union sources immediately after the battle, and tragically - as subsequent reports from correspondents on the scene in Maryland and Washington revealed - more accurate, too.

News from the day of the battle, printed in the Times the day after, had included the tragic report of the death of Colonel Baker ("at the head of his brigade, while gallantly cheering on his men to the conflict"), but indicated confidence on the part of his superior, General Stone.

" Additional accounts say that up to 3 o'clock to-day Gen. STONE had held his own satisfactorily there, though his comparatively small force upon the island are engaged with some 4,000 of the enemy.

A subsequent dispatch, received late this afternoon, says Gen. EVANS (rebel) has four fieldpieces and three pieces masked, and about 4,000 men. A prisoner, who was taken, mentions that he has 4,000 rebel troops, and expects reinforcements.

Gen. STONE at that time believed he could occupy Leesburgh to-day, and hold it. The dispatch is dated Edward's Ferry."

Sources for the Times report included a "telegram from Gen. STONE's command ... received at headquarters here" - meaning General McClellan's headquarters, so clearly its author had the inside information.

Rumors that the battle had been a disaster for the Union were also flying, but the Times headline on October 23rd read "THE FIGHT NEAR LEESBURGH; The National Troops Successful at all Points".

" T  he Washington Star, of this evening, publishes the following additional facts of the affair at Edward's Ferry.

The Star says it is a mistake to suppose that Gen. STONE was repulsed. He was eminently successful having effected his object, although at some loss to his right wing..."

Furthermore, though the vastly outnumbered Northern forces on the right wing of the battle had fallen back, they had done so "in good order, carrying off all the dead and wounded." Earlier efforts had resulted in "the enemy repulsed whenever he appeared" - and even the fall back was merely a movement to a position of strength. "On reaching the position selected, the right wing turned, though under fire of the enemy, which gradually slackened until midnight, when it ceased."

However, on the heels of that report came word that no - the battle had indeed been a disaster.

Now, on the 5th of November, New Yorkers could read about what the people of Richmond had been doing while they'd been reading about the great Union triumph.

" F rom the Richmond Dispatch, Oct. 25.

The announcement in the newspapers yesterday morning that a large number of Federal prisoners, captured in the battle of Leesburgh, would arrive some time during the day, excited the curiosity of our inhabitants, and by 9 o'clock a considerable crowd assembled at the Central depot with a determination to wait for the cars, no matter what time they came in. A guard of soldiers, under Lieut. BRADFORD, was stationed along the track of the railroad from Broad-street to the engine-house, and no one, save a few privileged characters, were suffered to pass the line. The number of spectators was constantly increased, until a dense mass of human beings, of all ages, sexes and conditions in life, filled the adjacent streets and crowded the outside platforms, the freight cars, and every other eligible spot in the vicinity.

Shortly before 10 1/2 o'clock, the distant whistle announced the approach of the train, which soon made its appearance, and it was with the greatest difficulty that the sentinels were enabled to keep the impatient throng from trespassing upon the reserved territory.

"Files of soldiers extended down Broad-street for some distance, leaving an avenue between for the prisoners to pass through. The train consisted of several burden cars, at the doors of which armed Confederate soldiers were stationed, as custodians to the "foreign element" within. The escort from Manassas, consisting of 84 men, was under command of Lieut.-Col. T.C. JOHNSON, of the Nineteenth Georgia Regiment, and Capt. J.B. ANDREWS, of the Fourth North Carolina State Troops.

Some time elapsed before the public generally was permitted to see the prisoners, and the latter, meanwhile, were treated to a few buckets of water, which seemed to be quite acceptable. In one of the cars, the privilege of getting a drop of the fluid became a subject of controversy, and while one follow got a kick in the stomach from a comrade, which somewhat deranged his powers of suction, another was interrupted in the process of drinking by a gruff order: "Don't slabber in der bucket!" The guard interfered, and stopped the row before it became general.

"The arrangements for the march being at length completed, the first detachment of prisoners, composed of the following 22 commissioned officers, passed through the lines:

W.R. Lee, Colonel, 20th Massachusetts Regiment.
Col. Cogswell, 42nd New-York.
P.J. Revere, Major, 20th Massachusetts.
Chas. L. Pearson, Adjutant, 20th Massachusetts.
E.H.R. Revere, Asst Surgeon, 20th Massachusetts.
Francis J. Keffer, Captain, 1st California.
John M. Studley, Captain, 15th Massachusetts.
Henry Bowman, Captain, 15th Massachusetts.
Chas. S. Simmons, Captain 15th Massachusetts.
John Makall, Captain, 1st California.
Timothy O'Meara, Captain, 42d New-York.
Geo. B. Perry, Lieut., 20th Massachusetts.
J.E. Green, Lieut., 15th Massachusetts.
Samuel Giverson, Lieut., 42d New-York.
Wm.C. Harris, Lieut., 1st California.
J.H. Hooper, Lieut., 15th Massachusetts.
C.M. Hooper, Lieut., 1st California.
Frank A. Parker, Lieut., 1st California.
Henry Vanvoast, Lieut., 42d New-York.
W.H. Kearns, Lieut., 1st California.
G.W. Kearney, Lieut., 1st California.
B.B. Vassal, Lieut., 15th Massachusetts.

"These officers are generally men of fine personal appearance, and as they passed along in the presence of the crowd they seemed to regard their situation as anything but agreeable. The remaining prisoners, non-commissioned officers and privates, were then marched out in detachments, and formed on Broadstreet between files of soldiers. The whole number of captured Yankees was 525, viz.: 22 commissioned officers, 149 from the Fifteenth Massachusetts Regiment; 93 from the Forty-second New-York; 174 from the First California; 82 and 1 negro from the Twentieth Massachusetts; 1 from the First New-Jersey; 1 from the Fortieth New-York; 1 from the Pennsylvania Cavalry, and 1 from the Third Rhode Island Battalion. They were very well dressed, and many of them wore comfortable overcoats. Some few had lost their hats, and some were barefooted, having pulled off their shoes to swim the Potomac during the panic, and were rescued from watery graves by our advanced forces.

"The juveniles among the crowd indulged in some derisive remarks, and a portion of the prisoners displayed considerable impudence. One fellow said that their turn would come by-and-by, and that LINCOLN and SCOTT would both be in Richmond before a great while. Another remarked to a bystander that they had to hunt for Southern soldiers to make them fight, and the bystander reckoned that they fought pretty well when they were found. The negro prisoner was an object of no little curiosity, and he seemed quite uneasy. He says his name is LEVIS A. BELL, and that he was free in the District of Columbia; but some of our citizens thought they had seen him before, and it is very probable that he is what the Yankees term a "contraband."

"The guard, commanded by Captain O'NEIL, of Georgia, formed a square, and, with the captives in the centre, marched down Broad to Nineteenth, thence to Main, and down Main to Twenty-fifth-street, followed by an immense multitude of persons. After some little delay the prisoners were marched into MAYO's factory, corner of Twenty-fifth and Cary streets, where they will have ample opportunity to reflect upon the uncertainties of war. The occupants of another prison in the neighborhood crowded the windows to get a view of this large reinforcement, but the spectacle did not seem to afford them much gratification.

"The special train in the morning brought information that another lot of Leesburgh prisoners were behind, and preparations were accordingly made to receive them. A guard, commanded by Lieut. LAWS, of the Eighteenth Georgia Regiment, repaired to the Central depot in the afternoon. The mail train arrived at 4 1/4 o'clock, with three cars full of Yankees, numbering 132, two of whom are commissioned officers -- Capt. G.W. ROCKWOOD, of the Fifteenth Massachusetts, and Lieut. CHARLES MCPHERSON, of the Tammany Regiment, New-York. They were attended by a guard of 24 men, under Capt. NEAL, of the Nineteenth Georgia Regiment. The crowd about the depot conversed freely with the prisoners, but no rudeness was exhibited towards them. They were very soon marched off to the factory, to join their comrades in captivity."

"There are now nearly 2,000 prisoners in Richmond," concluded the report, "and the sooner some hundreds are sent South the better. We are in a situation not unlike the man who got the elephant as a prize in a lottery -- he didn't know what to do with it."

Most New Yorkers would not be amused.

(Part seven is here...)

 


Posted by Greyhawk / November 4, 2011 6:10 PM | Permalink
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November 26, 2010


America@war
[Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.

That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.

From their about page:

The Naval Institute shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:

The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.

Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.

I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.

"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.

Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...

And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.

The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.

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But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.

If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.

And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.

We've already made history, it's time to save it.

(More to follow...)




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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004