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shell- a hundred shell a minute were hurled
screaming through the air over our heads and
exploding among the panic striken rebels
the effects of every shot was plainly visible to us
and I think I never emjoyed any little serve
more than I did this- presently our battle line
was in sight steadily and in perfect order marching
along the hillside sweeping everything before it and
our battle flags and the old Stars & Stripes how proudly
grandly they move along like things of life- ow
we match with intense interest they near the enemys
works a large fort but with scarcely a perceptible halt
these Northern Vandals with fixed bayonets & with a wild
yell charge upon them in their strong holds - one flag falls
to the earth but is quickly raised by other hands and its
folds float proudly in the breeze firmly planted on the
heights of their strong hold- Ah! I tell you the old stars &
stripes never in the world looked half so good to me as
they did this day I was happy was in extacy
At this time the line of battle had reached us & we were
without orders to cross the rest of our Brigade had been
moved to another field also our Brigade commands
and Col Bennett & indeed all were getting very anxious
to join in the pursuit and he sent me flying over the
country to get permission to cross "he didnt care a damn
who it was from but he wanted orders to go across
could cross in a minute if he only had orders"
well I soon returned with the coveted permission
and away we went at "double quick" but there was