huskerblitz
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- Joined
- Jun 8, 2013
- Location
- Nebraska
In case some didn't see the entire poem I posted in a Poems thread, here it is in its entirety. Thank you all for your assist. It's unfortunate that I wasn't able to identify the soldier but at least his words live on.
Elyria Independent Democrat, Feb. 4 1863
The Battle of the 29th of December
At early dawn the battle opens,
And brazen mouthed cannons roar,
Shrieking shells now burst around us,
Shedding streams of crimson gore
At eleven o'clock a charge is ordered
Each arm is nerved to strike a blow,
When bold DeCourcy shouted, "forward"
On we rushed to meet the foe
Our brave Pardee rides among us,
Fear to him was never known,
With his sword he waves us onward,
Heedless of the deadly storm
With shot and shell our ranks are torn,
And brave companions fall in death,
But as they fall they point us forward,
Gasping 'forward' with their latest breath!
On we rush, though unsupported,
Hoping still, the day to gain
Alas! alas! How vain the effort—
One third our forces now are slain
'Tis madness, now, to farther strive,
So deadly is the enemys fire,
Now above the din is heard DeCourcy
Ordering his column to retire
The Sun, this morn, rose red and bloody
And ere it sank behind the west,
The battlefield was red and gory,
And many heroes had sank to rest
L P F Co. E 42nd Reg
(exact name unknown)
Elyria Independent Democrat, Feb. 4 1863
The Battle of the 29th of December
At early dawn the battle opens,
And brazen mouthed cannons roar,
Shrieking shells now burst around us,
Shedding streams of crimson gore
At eleven o'clock a charge is ordered
Each arm is nerved to strike a blow,
When bold DeCourcy shouted, "forward"
On we rushed to meet the foe
Our brave Pardee rides among us,
Fear to him was never known,
With his sword he waves us onward,
Heedless of the deadly storm
With shot and shell our ranks are torn,
And brave companions fall in death,
But as they fall they point us forward,
Gasping 'forward' with their latest breath!
On we rush, though unsupported,
Hoping still, the day to gain
Alas! alas! How vain the effort—
One third our forces now are slain
'Tis madness, now, to farther strive,
So deadly is the enemys fire,
Now above the din is heard DeCourcy
Ordering his column to retire
The Sun, this morn, rose red and bloody
And ere it sank behind the west,
The battlefield was red and gory,
And many heroes had sank to rest
L P F Co. E 42nd Reg
(exact name unknown)