. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . He wascarried to the rear. Two days afterward, when the dead were buried, he wasbeing conveyed with others to the grave. A groan from him attractedattention, and he was discovered to be alive. Upon recovering consciousnessthe first words that came from his lips were: Did we win the battle? Chase was born in 1843, enlisted at Augusta. Me., April 20, 1S()1, in the3rd Maine Infantry as private, for three months, and reenlisted in the 5thMain
. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . He wascarried to the rear. Two days afterward, when the dead were buried, he wasbeing conveyed with others to the grave. A groan from him attractedattention, and he was discovered to be alive. Upon recovering consciousnessthe first words that came from his lips were: Did we win the battle? Chase was born in 1843, enlisted at Augusta. Me., April 20, 1S()1, in the3rd Maine Infantry as private, for three months, and reenlisted in the 5thMaine Battery, November 1, lcS6]. The f()llf)wing inscription is on the medal wliich the maimed heroproudly wears: AMERICAN HEROISM. 221 Presented to John F. Chase, of the 5th Maine Battery, by the United States Congress,for heroic service rendered at the battle of Chancellorsville. May 3, 1863. His personal story, which is the record of as much suffering as ordinarilyfalls to the lot of a hundred men, is as follows: My battery, 5th Maine, Captain George F. Leppein commanding, wentinto action at Chancellorsville, Sunday morning, May 3, 1868. Our position. ^&^^§^m&»^^- We Discharged the Gun Several Times Alone. was at the right of the Chancellorsville House, with liarely room for ourbattery between the house and the woods. The enemy opened upon us witha masked battery at short range, and an instant later the air was so full offlying missiles that it did not seem as if even a bird could live; it appearedas if every man must be stricken down. 222 THE STORY OF The men of our battery stood at their posts, falling as grain before thereaper until every officer was either killed or wounded, and one of the limber-chests had been exploded. The few men who were left stood firm at theirguns, pouring death and destruction into the advancing ranks of the enemyas they were charging across the plain to capture the battery. I was No. 1 cannoneer of the sixth gun, and my duty was to ram thecartrid
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