. The Nineteenth Illinois; a memoir of a regiment of volunteer infantry famous in the Civil War of fifty years ago for its drill, bravery, and distinguished services . autumnal leaves that strew the brooks in beyond us, so close that we can almost hear their verywords, and indeed we can their yelling, are the Johnniesunder famous Longstreet, from the Army of the Potomac,firing as they advance in serried columns on our position,(live them one more volley, boys, then lend a hand toyonder battery, some officer calls out, and the response isimmediate, though we cant help thinking:
. The Nineteenth Illinois; a memoir of a regiment of volunteer infantry famous in the Civil War of fifty years ago for its drill, bravery, and distinguished services . autumnal leaves that strew the brooks in beyond us, so close that we can almost hear their verywords, and indeed we can their yelling, are the Johnniesunder famous Longstreet, from the Army of the Potomac,firing as they advance in serried columns on our position,(live them one more volley, boys, then lend a hand toyonder battery, some officer calls out, and the response isimmediate, though we cant help thinking: Wasnt deathnear enough already? Wasnt there never to be any letup to this thing? Never to be Gods Country for us anymore? Were all the loved ones back jonder gone for-ever? No time for thinking now. Get to work! And weknelt to fire. Then a forward spring toward those , boom! here; boom, boom! yonder—both sides firing atpoint blank range. Jets of blazing powder jump down andscorch the earth round about. Look at those yelling Rebs—how they keep coming on! Theres more than a million ofthem, if theres a hundred! Every man is l)y now a perfect w 3 c. The Nineteenth Illinois 225 machine. Him not to think, but to obey, to chug to liis gun,and to aim low. Bullets splash red mud—the earth had beenmade mire by human blood—into our faces, still we do notwince. Bullets, fragments of shell, grape, and cannister,sing over and around, louder than songs of Southern katy-dids, but no one dodges. Whats the use? There goes acomrade down—antl theres another! See that fellow keelover as he aims! And the cannoneers—why, theres hardlyenough of them left to fire the guns still standing! Ah!thats the third artilleryman to fall since the Captain ground shakes and trembles; the roar shuts out allsounds from other parts of the line—if there is any left of there is an Army of the Cumberland anywhere! Shellsare shrieking, and cannister are cutting swaths of humans i
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