. 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 . de, andthe 5th Maryland, forming on our left,aided in the defense. The fire from ourlines, directed to the center of that densemass of Confederates, was appalling,even in the heat and excitement ofbattle. Over thirteen hundred dead werecovered with earth in that sunken roadby the burying party on the followingday. When the Maryland boys joined Rickards, of Company C, ourregiment, called for volunteers to savethe colors, and mor
. 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 . de, andthe 5th Maryland, forming on our left,aided in the defense. The fire from ourlines, directed to the center of that densemass of Confederates, was appalling,even in the heat and excitement ofbattle. Over thirteen hundred dead werecovered with earth in that sunken roadby the burying party on the followingday. When the Maryland boys joined Rickards, of Company C, ourregiment, called for volunteers to savethe colors, and more than thirty men responded,but just started when at least twenty, including the gallant leader, weredead, and those who would have rushed forward were forced back by thewithering hail. Maddened and more desperate than ever, I called for the men to makeanother effort, and before we marched fifty yards only a scattering fewremained able to get back to the friendly corn in which we sought refugefrom the tempest of death. Then Major Thomas A. Smyth, afterward Major-General Smyth, whowas killed on the day General Lee surrendered, said he would concentrate. Lieutenant Charles B. Tanner. It seemed as if they had 1(50 THE STORY OF twenty-five picked men, whose fire should be directed right over thecolors. Do so. I cried. and I will get there. There were hundreds of brave men yet alive on that awful field, and atmy call for assistance twenty sprang toward me. While covering that short distance it seemed as if a million bees weresinging in the air; the shouts and yells from either side sounded like menacesand threats; but T had reached the goal; had caught up the staff which wasalready splintered by shot, the colors torn with many a hole, and stained hereand there with the life blood of our comrades, when a bullet shattered my arm. Luckily my legs were still serviceable, and, seizing the precious buntingwith my left hand, I made the best eighty-yard time on record. The colorswere landed
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