After Lee's victory at Bull Run, he took his men on a march into Maryland,
drawing the Union army out of Virginia. But Union commander George McClellan
captured Lee's plans; for once in his life he moved quickly to pin the Confederates
down in the fields around the town of Sharpsburg, by Antietam Creek.
On September 17, 1862, the two armies clashed in the bloodiest day of the
entire war. McClellan launched a series of uncoordinated attacks on Lee's
outnumbered army. Joshua Chamberlain served in
the Union army's reserve, waiting all day to be ordered into the bloody
They reached a small village, Porterstown, and marched through wide streets,
the townspeople standing in doorways, leaning out windows, some waving,
others just staring. Farther ahead, on the creek itself, was the Middle
Bridge, held by the Confederate division of Daniel Harvey Hill. The rebel
forces were dug in, back, away from the creek, and to their front the Federal
army was spreading out, into lines of attack, were crossing the creek and
preparing for the assault. The battle had begun on the far right, just after
dawn, and now, as the sun began to rise up behind them, Chamberlain could
hear the steady rumble, and as they moved closer, the sharp sounds of single
cannon. He sat high on his horse, moving along with the same slow rhythm
of the march, but now the men did not fall out, did not feel the weight
of the hot September morning, but stared to the front, marching steadily,
closer to the sound of the guns.
He heard the steady clatter of muskets now, still off to the right of the
road, to the northwest. The battle is not in front of us, he thought. Strange
that we should move this way...not up there.
In front of them, Chamberlain saw a rise, a long, wide hill, and as they
began to move up, he saw guns, rows of black cannon set into shallow, round
depressions before the crest of the hill. Just then they began to fire,
quick bursts of gray smoke, and a sudden shocking boom that startled him
and his horse. He bounced around on the road, had to grab the horse hard
to calm him. From over the hill he saw Ames, riding hard, past lines of
troops that were moving away now, to the right, toward the sounds of the
Ames reined up his horse, and Chamberlain saw he was sweating. "Colonel,
we're here, right here. Keep the men in column lines. Let's move them out
into this field. Wait for further orders. We are part of the reserve."
Chamberlain turned, and Ames rode past him, into the columns of men, and
gave the command to the bugler. With the signal, the men moved quickly off
the road. Then Ames rode up again, toward the front of the column, slowed
his horse as he reached Chamberlain, said, "Colonel, keep them tight,
keep them ready. I am to survey the field to our front."
Chamberlain watched him ride away, up the long hill, turning his horse to
the side behind the rows of black cannon. The guns began to fire again,
a loud and thunderous volley, and the hill became a great, thick fog bank.
He stayed on his horse, saw now across the road, on the left, vast numbers
of troops, lines disappearing into a distant grove of trees, and the men
not moving, keeping their formations. He rode out the other way, to the
right, into the grass, saw more troops farther out that way, a great field
of blue, waiting. He looked to his own men, saw the companies staying in
their formations, coming off the road, and he rode up to the head of one
column, saw Captain Spears of Company G, a small, sharp man who had also
been a teacher. He had a narrow, thick beard, sat on a horse, watched Chamberlain
approach, puffed on a large round pipe.
"Well, Colonel, do you think we will get our chance?"
Chamberlain looked back to the crest of the hill, could still not see through
the smoke, and another volley thundered out, shaking the ground, startling
his horse again.
"Whoa, easy...We'll see, Captain. Right now we must be ready...be ready
to move forward on command!" He felt a little foolish, a vague order,
felt again as if he were left out, didn't know what was happening. The battle
sounds had continued to the northwest, and he wondered, Are they moving
away, around us? He glanced at Spears, said, "I'll be right back...just
going up the crest a ways, take a look maybe."
"We're right here, Colonel."
He turned the horse, then decided to dismount instead. This wasn't a parade.
He jumped down, felt his belt, his pistol, began to walk toward the thick
cloud of smoke.
The guns continued to fire, every minute or so, and he wondered, How far
away is the enemy? There had been no explosions, no incoming shells, none
of the sounds he'd been told about, coached about, by Ames, just the deadening
thunder of their own big guns....
Now, from the sounds of the battle, he saw his first troops, thick lines
of blue, uneven and ragged formations, moving toward a cornfield, and then
smoke, solid lines of gray, and in a few seconds the sound reached him,
the chattering musket fire, and the blue lines were in pieces, men moving
back, some still advancing, some not moving at all. He saw more lines now,
solid blocks of blue spreading wide, advancing, and more smoke, and more
sounds, and then, farther away, a glimpse through the smoke, other lines
of men, some moving, some firing, quick flashes of white and yellow, and
the big guns beside him firing again....
He turned to watch the men working the cannon, and was startled to see more
men, his men, watching the battle, lying on the ground, creating a neat
blue patch on the hill. He had not thought anyone else would be up here,
should not have been up here; he should not be up here, but he knew
they could not just wait, could not sit behind some big hill and hear it
all and not see.
Chamberlain stood up, began to wave his arms, fast and high, motioning to
his men, and another blast came from the guns. He braced himself, did not
fall, kept waving, back, move back, wondering if they saw him or were ignoring
him. He moved along the hillside, tried to yell, but the sound of the guns
took his voice away, and suddenly he heard a high, distant scream, louder
now, whistling toward him, dropping down on him from behind. He turned,
saw nothing, but the sound pierced his ears, and the ground suddenly flew
high around him, dirt spraying him, knocking him down, and he lay still,
shook his head...checked, all right, but...a bad day for the ears. Then
another scream, overhead, and behind the hill, down where the rest of his
men sat waiting, there was another explosion, and he tried to see, but it
was beyond the crest.
Suddenly, someone had him under the arms, lifting him, and he said, "No,
I'm all right," and he saw the face of an officer, a man with black
crust under his eyes, around his mouth and nose, glaring at him with eyes
of cold steel.
"You are bloody well not all right, you damned fool! Get these men
back off this hill! You're drawing fire to my guns!"