We fired first, and advanced, and then they fired. They did not see us until they were within 50 yards of us, as we were under the brow of the hill, and they were ordered to fire, but we were too soon for them. We got there (that is, Jackson’s Brigade) just in the heat of the battle, and our regiment was on the extreme left, and the enemy was trying to flank us. They had been fighting all morning, but about 10 they got at it in earnest. On Sunday morning our forces were attacked four miles higher up, and we made a quick march from there to the battle-field, where we arrived about 12. We stayed there all day and night, expecting an attack every hour. The next morning we marched about four miles east, where they had had a battle on Thursday. We left Winchester on Thursday, and travelled that day and night, and Friday, about 9 o’clock, we arrived at Piedmont Station, and that evening we got on the cars and arrived at the Junction that night. We had one of the hardest battles that ever was fought in the United States. Last Sunday was such a day as I had never seen, and I hope to God I never will see another such time. Dear Father and Mother: I seat myself once more to write you a few lines, to let you know where I am and that I am still alive.
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