The costly capture of my ancestor at stone river


Jan 17, 2021
December 31, 1862. Stone river

Charles and his unit were in their camps, sleeping quietly. The previous day they had set up extra camp fires to trick enemy’s into thinking that they had a bigger army. Unknown to them the extra camp fires gave out their positions and would lead to a terrible cost to his unit. Awoken at four AM in the morning by officers of the unit, they were being prepared for battle. Leaving their camps was the sight of heavy fog, hard to even see your own comrades. A feeling of dread went through the ranks, but it was unclear why. Their commander, Edward Kirk rode his horse that day. He was a hero at Shiloh for leading his unit to victory, he had strong piercing eyes and a strong will. His hair was messy but his beard was magnificent. He stared off into the distance of the battlefield with eagle like eyes. He calmed his troops by telling them that they couldn’t get pass such artillery they had.

6:22 AM, they stood in ranks, Charles was a private of company A in his unit. Charles had been wounded at Shiloh and lived to tell the tale, he was very proud of his fighting in Shiloh specifically. Likely because it was his first major battle and he won it. An Erie silence went through the ranks, the only sounds you can hear was the equipment rubbing against each other as people moved around. Their nerve was wearing down, unsure of what would *BANG*! The enemy unit was marching through the field shooting at Company’s A and B in rows. Charles stood their as people dropped like flys around him, hitting the ground with such force. Enemy artillery started blasting the entire unit, general Kirk had two horses shot from under him, everyone got on the ground hoping that they wouldn’t be hit by the deadly blasts of canisters. Then something truly disheartening happened, Edward Kirk was shot, mortally wounded in the hip. He was in pain and he tried to stay on the front lines, but he had to be taken into medical care. In the first ten minutes of Kirks absence more then one hundred soldiers were killed or wounded, Charles somehow wasn’t shot by luck. They had to give ground, some soldiers were lost in the battlefield. They weren’t able to get them, and almost all of them died, they lost five color bearers and almost the whole unit was retreating. Charles likely took part in carrying some of the wounded, but to their dismay they looked up, seeing the hoofs of horses of Terry’s Texas rangers, one of the very best Calvary in the confederacy. They had used the mist to their advantage to circle sixty four people, including Charles.