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After being seriously wounded upon the battlefield, additional ordeals might have to be endured by a hapless soldier, as these cases attest:
Part 1
1st Sergeant Henry Cliff, Company F, 76th New York. On July 1, he fell severely wounded in the left knee. He lay upon the battlefield unable to stir, with nothing to eat or drink, for 52 hours, until the rebels retreated, when he was removed to a hospital and his limb amputated. On one occasion, alluding to a nearby tree, Cliff asked an enemy soldier: "Please carry me to the shade of that tree." The Confederate replied, "I shan't do it; get some of your d----d Yankee horde to help you. If you had been at home where you belonged, instead of fighting for the d----d n----r, you would not have needed help." The sergeant "watched the cool shade in its slow journey around the tree, never quite reaching him, but advancing toward him and then retreating." (http://www.bpmlegal.com/76NY/76cliffh.html, 09/18/2000)
Private Samuel Henry Emmerson, Company F, 3rd Arkansas. "I was shot down about sundown. … Around me everything presented the glorious beauties of a summer's day save the havoc of the broad battlefield, which lay bestrewed with the dead and wounded. … The enemy's ball had passed across the crown of my head, cleaving the skull, and I had fallen to the ground blind and paralyzed. The sun was just setting in the west, and for a moment diverted my thoughts, but they returned with a paroxysm of agony as I beheld the gray twilight setting in. Great God! I exclaimed, and must I remain here all night? I dare not look around me but cast my eyes upward to the sky, which was garnished with millions of stars, and the pale moon shed a dim light around me, as floating toward the west she promised soon to leave me in utter darkness. … I doubted the reality of all around me, and strove to shake it off as a horrible dream. Vain efforts. Wild visions floated before me. … Then, again, all was dark. … All was silence save the groans of the dying. … Ages appeared to have rolled away and yet the day came not. … Was I in my grave, I mentally inquired? Can this be death? … At length the thick clouds of gloom began to disperse. A feeble voice seemed to call: 'Oh, Sam!' … Yet how I trembled that it should prove a delusion. O God, it was not. It was the voice of one of my comrades, who had been sent back by the captain of my company, he knowing that several had fallen in that particular locality. … For the first time in three long years did I think of home and friends as memory came rushing back to my brain. May I never witness another such night." (Biographical and Historical Memoirs of Central Arkansas, Chicago and Nashville: The Southern Publishing Company, 1891, pp. 335-337)
Private William H. Chamberlain, Company A, 56th Pennsylvania. Wounded [July 1] and while lying on the battlefield, a Confederate soldier, seeing him, fired, intending to kill him. Chamberlain, seeing the Rebel soldier halt, instinctively raised his hand to his head and thereby saved his life, as the ball lodged in the back of his hand. During the remainder of his life, the hand was withered and useless. (http://www.scots-in-the-civil-war.net/mar2001.htm, 5/3/2003)
Private Thomas W. Shiflett, Company C, 14th Virginia. On the afternoon of July 3, while attempting to "follow General Armistead over the stone fence, had a Federal soldier thrust his musket in his face, shooting him below the eye, the ball coming out through the back of his head. He fell unconscious and remained in that condition during that day and the following night, till next morning [July 4], when he was aroused to consciousness by a Federal soldier giving him a kick, supposing him dead, remarking to a comrade [that] he had killed him the day before when attempting to climb over the stone fence. The Federal, realizing the fact that Shiflett yet was alive, entered into a conversation with him … [and] at once gave Shiflett all the necessary attention and had him taken to a hospital, [where he was] placed on a cot. (The Times Dispatch, 1903, reprint, Black Eagle Company, Cumberland County, Virginia, Historical Bulletin, November 1985, vol. 2, no. 1, p. 29; Compiled service records of Thomas Shiflett, Fold3)
Private Aldin P. Burtch, Company F, 147th New York. "… wounded on Wednesday morning [July 1], in the right knee, pretty badly mangled, [and] lay on the field two days and one night with nothing to eat. He was then carried to a barn, where he lay until Sunday evening [July 5]. He has been moved to his corps hospital …" (July 6 letter from H. M. Stevens of the Christian Commission to Aldin's wife, Mrs. Jerusha Burtch, Mexico Independent, July 30, 1863)
Part 1
1st Sergeant Henry Cliff, Company F, 76th New York. On July 1, he fell severely wounded in the left knee. He lay upon the battlefield unable to stir, with nothing to eat or drink, for 52 hours, until the rebels retreated, when he was removed to a hospital and his limb amputated. On one occasion, alluding to a nearby tree, Cliff asked an enemy soldier: "Please carry me to the shade of that tree." The Confederate replied, "I shan't do it; get some of your d----d Yankee horde to help you. If you had been at home where you belonged, instead of fighting for the d----d n----r, you would not have needed help." The sergeant "watched the cool shade in its slow journey around the tree, never quite reaching him, but advancing toward him and then retreating." (http://www.bpmlegal.com/76NY/76cliffh.html, 09/18/2000)
Private Samuel Henry Emmerson, Company F, 3rd Arkansas. "I was shot down about sundown. … Around me everything presented the glorious beauties of a summer's day save the havoc of the broad battlefield, which lay bestrewed with the dead and wounded. … The enemy's ball had passed across the crown of my head, cleaving the skull, and I had fallen to the ground blind and paralyzed. The sun was just setting in the west, and for a moment diverted my thoughts, but they returned with a paroxysm of agony as I beheld the gray twilight setting in. Great God! I exclaimed, and must I remain here all night? I dare not look around me but cast my eyes upward to the sky, which was garnished with millions of stars, and the pale moon shed a dim light around me, as floating toward the west she promised soon to leave me in utter darkness. … I doubted the reality of all around me, and strove to shake it off as a horrible dream. Vain efforts. Wild visions floated before me. … Then, again, all was dark. … All was silence save the groans of the dying. … Ages appeared to have rolled away and yet the day came not. … Was I in my grave, I mentally inquired? Can this be death? … At length the thick clouds of gloom began to disperse. A feeble voice seemed to call: 'Oh, Sam!' … Yet how I trembled that it should prove a delusion. O God, it was not. It was the voice of one of my comrades, who had been sent back by the captain of my company, he knowing that several had fallen in that particular locality. … For the first time in three long years did I think of home and friends as memory came rushing back to my brain. May I never witness another such night." (Biographical and Historical Memoirs of Central Arkansas, Chicago and Nashville: The Southern Publishing Company, 1891, pp. 335-337)
Private William H. Chamberlain, Company A, 56th Pennsylvania. Wounded [July 1] and while lying on the battlefield, a Confederate soldier, seeing him, fired, intending to kill him. Chamberlain, seeing the Rebel soldier halt, instinctively raised his hand to his head and thereby saved his life, as the ball lodged in the back of his hand. During the remainder of his life, the hand was withered and useless. (http://www.scots-in-the-civil-war.net/mar2001.htm, 5/3/2003)
Private Thomas W. Shiflett, Company C, 14th Virginia. On the afternoon of July 3, while attempting to "follow General Armistead over the stone fence, had a Federal soldier thrust his musket in his face, shooting him below the eye, the ball coming out through the back of his head. He fell unconscious and remained in that condition during that day and the following night, till next morning [July 4], when he was aroused to consciousness by a Federal soldier giving him a kick, supposing him dead, remarking to a comrade [that] he had killed him the day before when attempting to climb over the stone fence. The Federal, realizing the fact that Shiflett yet was alive, entered into a conversation with him … [and] at once gave Shiflett all the necessary attention and had him taken to a hospital, [where he was] placed on a cot. (The Times Dispatch, 1903, reprint, Black Eagle Company, Cumberland County, Virginia, Historical Bulletin, November 1985, vol. 2, no. 1, p. 29; Compiled service records of Thomas Shiflett, Fold3)
Private Aldin P. Burtch, Company F, 147th New York. "… wounded on Wednesday morning [July 1], in the right knee, pretty badly mangled, [and] lay on the field two days and one night with nothing to eat. He was then carried to a barn, where he lay until Sunday evening [July 5]. He has been moved to his corps hospital …" (July 6 letter from H. M. Stevens of the Christian Commission to Aldin's wife, Mrs. Jerusha Burtch, Mexico Independent, July 30, 1863)