Saturday about 11 o'clock they began their advance, an hour brave and beloved general

Cobb placed his brigade behind his stone fence and pulled off his hat and waving it over

his head exclaimed, get ready boys, here they come, and they did come, sure.

We waited until they got within about 200 yards of us and rose to our feet and poured

volley after volley into their ranks, which told the most deadening effect.

They soon began to waver and at last broke, but the shouts of our brave soldiers had

scarcely died away when we saw coming another column more powerful and seemingly more

determined than the first, if possible, but only a few rounds from our brave and well-tried

men was necessary to tell them that they had undertaken a work a little too hard.

But before they had entirely left the field, another column and another and another and

still another came to their support.

But our well-aimed shots were more than they could stand, so about night they were compelled

to give up the field covered with their dead.

The whole time of the engagement, our brave and gallant general was encouraging on his

men until a shot from the enemy's cannon gave him his mortal wound.

He was on the right side of our company, only a few feet from me when wounded.

Pace and artists, being one of our litter-bearers, ran to him, and I shall never forget his last

look as they laid him on the litter to bear him from the field.

His last words to his men were, I am only wounded boys, hold your ground like brave men.

I have been in many engagements before, but I never saw in my life such as slaughter.

Sergeant William Armageddon, Phillips Legion, Cobb's Brigade.

Hey everyone, thanks for tuning in to episode number 236 of our Civil War Podcast.

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