"...the stride of every soldier was quick, full of energy, as they kept time to the fifes and drums that accompanied them into the fight. The ranks advanced in good order, the Rebels shoulder to shoulder, their step a vast swinging movement, as if every man was part of a huge machine spiked with bayonets and battle flags."
"Muzzle flashes pierced the tumbling clouds of smoke, and along the Union line could be heard the whiz-zip-wheat! of minie balls, the hard slap of lead striking flesh. Soldiers in blue twirled and fell, doubled over, leaped like drunken dancers..."
From
Ethan's Peach Tree
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