Julie's Attacks: A Fictional Narrative

At the top of the ridge the Turks were met. Le Marchant fell, a bayonet through his heart. Major Allanson was also wounded by a bayonet thrust in the thigh. For ten minutes hand-to-hand fighting of he most bitter character ensued, bayonets, rifles and pistols, used as clubs, and fists. The Turks turned and fled. The key of the whole Peninsula was in the hand of the Battalion. Below could be seen the Straits, motors and wheeled transport on the roads leading to Achi Baba. Looking round, the Commanding Officer saw that the Battalion was not being supported. He therefore ordered the Battalion to pursue the retreating Turks down the eastern slopes of Sari Bair.

As the crescendo of the clash of bloody battle fades, the voices of the brave fighters cease, and the drums halt their percussions. The sound of horns fades to an ever present whisper as our heroes lament their fallen brethren, the faithful and righteous dead. Though the cost was dear, and the wounds of battle still fresh upon their flesh and minds, the soldiers once again sing the praises of God for carrying them through their tribulation. Once again, the voices of the soldiers are joined by a victorious fanfare of drums and horns as the men, though wounded and grieved, now celebrate their triumph in the face of certain

They all turned in unison and dashed, the hound giving chase. The sounds of their footsteps were the only sounds they could hear, possibly the only sound in many miles in any direction. The hound was silent, and this provided a false sense of safety. Granger slowed and turned, the hound pounced on his leg, the needle protracting. Montag had a look of horror as he ran back to his friend, no sooner than they had all set off, and kicked the creature with his heavy boots. The same boots he had worn as a fireman, he hadn’t even noticed. The hound was destroyed, but as for Granger, Montag wasn’t sure.

This way, if you looked at her face all you would see was a beautiful woman with piercing blue eyes and a warming smile.

The din was frightful. Billie was crying as usual. Dave and Sol-leks, dripping with blood from a score of wounds, were fighting bravely side by side. Joe was snapping like a demon. Once, his teeth closed on the foreleg of a husky, and he crunched down through the bone. Pike, the malingerer, leaped upon the crippled animal, breaking its neck with a quick dash of teeth and a jerk. Buck got a frothing adversary by the throat, and was sprayed with blood when his teeth sank through the jugular. The warm taste of it in his mouth goaded him to greater fierceness. He flung himself upon another, and at the same time felt teeth sink into his own throat. It was Spitz treacherously attacking from the side.”

The troops had little food, lick grass for water, had to bear the sight of other’s deaths, as well as live under the thought that they could

They realized they had a problem since no other units were up to the line with them; they had to wait this out. They were ordered to lie down in the tall grass. The fighting started to break out in front of them at a small skirmish line. Many of the men had never seen battle, so some of the men stood up to watch what was going on. Maj. John D. Musser of the 143rd wrote: "… a few shells came booming over our heads, making many of the uninitiated dodge muchly and now and then a wounded skirmisher was brought in from the skirmish line and taken to the rear, all of which had a tendency to make us nervous and uneasy…" (Tomasak,

However it wasn’t over yet, seventy men who were a part of the Fifth Regiment New York Cavalry, that was posted in the rear came to the rescue. Under the command of Major Hammond, the men came upon the rebels from behind just as they had did the First Virginia Cavalry in their sneak attack. Shortly after, a running fight ensued between both sides. The fight continued for about five to seven miles down the side of the railroad. So, the men followed the rebels in every direction possible, killing and wounding a substantial amount of soldiers. Mosby being one of the wounded, was reported shot in the shoulder, resulting in the compromise of his force with the exception of twenty. However the end didn’t come until the fight made its way toward Warrenton “all the prisoners taken by Mosby were recaptured, with the exception of two.” Not only that but Major General Stahel believes if their horses had “been in better condition, and not tired out by the service of the last few days, Mosby, nor a single one of his men, would’ve escaped.” But despite the horses being tired out, and them being outnumbered the First Virginia and Fifth Regiment New York managed to come out with a crazy victory. On the other had, the rebels suffered a tragic loss. Their men were murdered and scattered along the road from Warrenton Junction to Warrenton. However besides those killed, many were immediately removed from the fields and woods by citizens who lived

The next several Company’s and Battalions they came across they repeated what they had the first time, they were no worse or better than their first encounter and the last one. All that matter was that they surrendered, which they did. There was long line of Soldiers being taken back to Baltimore, and the Prisoner of War Camp that they had set up there. The 82nd sent more Soldiers forward to help out the Marines, the more that surrendered, the more Marines it took to guard them. This had an adverse effect, because it depleted the combat forces needed in the event one of the

We are lined up about to attack Seminary Ridge. It is one of the hottest days of the year, and I am sweating and trying to stay cool. As we split up and I am directed to little round top. I do not have faith in capturing Little Round Top for the reason that the Union has higher ground. We make many charges and we are all pushed back each time. Our side is finally tired and we are pushed back by a bayonet charge by the angry Unions. This is where the fighting stopped on our side of the battle.

The grueling battle lasted for hours and long after dark. As shells plunged in from the sea and General Ames struggled with a division that became increasingly disorganized as his regimental leaders and all of his brigade commanders fell dead or wounded. Noticing what was happening to Ames, General Terry sent forward Abbott's brigade to reinforce the attack. Afterwards, Abbott and Ames situated their troops inside the fortress. Meanwhile, in Fort Fisher's hospital, Colonel Lamb turned over command to Major James Reilly. Despite several calls for help to General Bragg, which he completely ignored, they decided to do one last plea to General Bragg for reinforcements. General Bragg refused to see the struggles of his confederates’ soldiers

Late upon the shoreline Did the gunner cease his fire So not to end the dying melody Of the peaceful bird’s acclaiming choir Late upon the shoreline Did the gunner lay so fragile To the aspiring fire that inched so close In the wrathful

“Send in a much smaller division straight to the front lines.” He instructed. “Then, when those Nartian fools think they have us beaten, send in two of the largest divisions possible from the sides. Slaughter every last one of them! Have no mercy and leave no man standing!” He

The carnage at St. Francis deserves a brunt of the detail. It was now good marching ground and the men pressed on with celerity till on the 22nd day after their departure from Crown Point, one of them, by climbing a tree, discovered the village of St. Francis at three miles distance, when the party were ordered to halt and refresh themselves. At eight o'clock in the evening, Major Rogers, Lieut. Turner and Ensign Avery left the company and went forward for the purpose of reconnoitering the place. They found the Indians engaged in a dance, evidently entertaining no apprehensions of an enemy in the vicinity. They returned about two o'clock in the morning and at three o'clock, Rogers advanced with the whole party, within three hundred yards of the village, where the men were lightened of their packs and formed for action. About an hour after this, the Indians broke up their dances and retired to their cabins for repose; and soon the whole village was asleep, the more oblivious from the weariness induced by their late diversion. About half an hour before dawn, the troops, having been arranged in three divisions for the purpose of making simultaneous attacks, in as many directions, were ordered to advance. Never was a place more completely surprised, nor in a condition less capable of making any sort of

     brigades had spent all day in an effort to deprive the enemy of illumination, some