. History of the Doles-Cook brigade of northern Virginia, A.; containing muster roles of each company of the Fourth, Twelfth, Twenty-first and Forty-fourth Georgia regiments, with a short sketch of the services of each member, and a complete history of each regiment, by one of its own members . riflemen andthe ground was thickly strewn with their dead. Their bodies weresubsequently buried by their comrades under flag of truce. When the Federals were sent rushing back to their own lines thebrigades of Gordon, Johnson and Doles quickly reoccupied the bro-ken Confederate position and sent de
. History of the Doles-Cook brigade of northern Virginia, A.; containing muster roles of each company of the Fourth, Twelfth, Twenty-first and Forty-fourth Georgia regiments, with a short sketch of the services of each member, and a complete history of each regiment, by one of its own members . riflemen andthe ground was thickly strewn with their dead. Their bodies weresubsequently buried by their comrades under flag of truce. When the Federals were sent rushing back to their own lines thebrigades of Gordon, Johnson and Doles quickly reoccupied the bro-ken Confederate position and sent defiant volleys into the fleeingFederals. In this charge to retake our line I chanced to land at the pointwhere the left of Doles Brigade had rested, and near where twoNapoleon guns were in position. These guns had been captured andthe gunners, or the most of them, carried away as prisoners. Our ad-vancing line prevented the carrying away of the artillery. As soonas we reestablished this line volunteers from some reserve artillerybehind our line came forward to work the guns, and their thunderousfire added to the horrid din of the nights battle. At one of theseguns I noticed a handsome officer hard at work helping to run thegun into battery as soon as loaded. Now, let them have it, boys, o QO. How Our Generals Fought. 63 be would say, as everything was ready, and the lanyard would bequickly pulled and the screeching shell went in its wild search forthe blue-coated chaps who were seeking shelter under the hill in ourfront. Load her up again, boys, he commanded, and again his shoulderwas pressed against the pondererous wheel, while some other soldierpushed the other one forward for another fire. And thus for many rounds this officer, for the time being, playedthe part of a private of artillery. As soon as the fire slackened and the lull, which always follows thestorm of battle, came, this officer, who was none other than the gallantGeorge Doles, resumed the command of his brigade.
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