Friday, September 20, 2013

Gracie at Horseshoe Ridge


          Today marks the 150th anniversary of the final day of the American Civil War Battle of Chickamauga. That means that 150 years ago this afternoon, the fighting along a string of hills now known as Horseshoe Ridge turned into a maelstrom of iron and lead. The hillsides became packed with dead and injured and the ground was slick with their blood.

          The weaponry of the day, both handheld and artillery, threw a lot of sparks. Small fires dotted the Ridge and some of the wounded on both sides must have suffered burns.

          What did it sound like? It must have been the standard battlefield mix: The occasional deep boom of artillery, the never-ending rattle of small arms fire, the infrequent cheers of Union soldiers as a Confederate group retreated down the hillsides or the haunting Rebel yell as a fresh attack by southerners began. There were shouted orders from officers and the moans of the injured.

          By late afternoon, neither commander was in the field. The commander of the Federal Army of the Cumberland, William Rosecrans, fled earlier in the day after witnessing a Confederate breakthrough. Confederate boss Braxton Bragg, the leader of the Confederate Army of Tennessee, believing his side was losing, was in his headquarters, a mile or so away.

          The Federals smartly spent the previous night cutting down trees and building defenses at the edge of the Ridge. The Confederates spent the night listening to the trees falling, understanding the meaning of the noise.

          Horseshoe Ridge was on the Federal right and the Confederate left. And at about noon General James Longstreet, the right wing commander for the Confederates, decided to commit his final reserves to the effort to remove the Federals from their perch on the Ridge.

          Longstreet’s wing first attacked the Ridge about 1:15 p.m. when a group of South Carolinians chased retreating Federals in that direction. The defense was spirited and some of that spirit was elevated by the use of repeating rifles by most of the soldiers in the 21st Ohio regiment. Repeating rifles were new at that time. Those used by the 21st Ohio were not supplied by the Army. Rather, the rifles were donated to the regiment by private backers.

          Longstreet’s reserves consisted of a division led by Brigadier General Robert Preston. That division included three brigades commanded by Brigadier General Archibald Gracie, Colonel Jon Kelly and Colonel Robert Trigg.

          Gracie’s Brigade consisted of Hilliard’s Legion, an Alabama outfit, plus the 43rd Alabama Infantry Regiment and the 63rd Tennessee Infantry Regiment.

          By the time Gracie’s Brigade reached the Ridge, roughly 4:30 p.m., it was defended by a conglomerate of Federal regiments including (from their right) the 35th Ohio, 2nd Minnesota, 87th Indiana, 9th Ohio, 19th Illinois, 11th Michigan and parts of the 58th Indiana, 17th Ohio and 31st Ohio.

          Gracie attacked Hills 2 and 1. Federal artillery to Gracie’s far right pounded the attackers and the rifle fire from the top of the Ridge was deadly. Gracie’s initial attack was stalled. But after some shifting of his forces, Gracie eventually drove the defenders away from the crests of Hills 2 and 1 of Horseshoe Ridge.

          Now using the fortifications built by the Federals to repel them, Gracie’s men exchanged long range rifle fire with the Union men. A few of Gracie’s men went over the fortifications, possibly in search of food from the Snodgrass farm. After an hour, Gracie’s men started running out of ammunition, a frustrating development. Believing a relief regiment was on its way, Gracie gave the order for his men to pull back from the top hills they had charged up 90 minutes earlier.

          Some of Gracie’s men, members of the 43rd and the Legion, stayed the night up on the crest. The Unionists did not return. They were out of bullets, too.

          One of Gracie’s men is an ancestor of your loyal blogger. Wounded in the ankle during the rush up the side of the Ridge, he never again walked normally. Still, he survived and lived a long life. Good thing, that. Otherwise, you would not be reading this blog.
 
          Thanks for reading this blog.

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