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Personal Narrative: First Regiment, Nebraska Volunteer Infantry

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CHAPTER FIVE
“1st Regiment, Nebraska Volunteer Infantry”

April 6-7, 1862 Southwestern Tennessee. Once in the ranks of military life, I discover life turned out different than what I expected a soldier’s duty would be. I did not know the hardships that came with my signature. I saw the battlefield as a great challenge upon which I will either “secure my liberty” or “save the Union.” While I acknowledge that humans will die and losses will come around, I never envisioned the daily struggles to be in military camps, never thought in my wildest dreams, that twice as many soldiers would succumb to death from disease in military camps as from bullets, shells, and bayonets in battle.
Private Sven Svensson, that’s me. I’m standing in a group line …show more content…

Grant sat enjoying a leisurely breakfast below Pittsburg Landing on the Tennessee River.
The Confederates had other ideas for Sunday morning breakfast. Johnny Reb burst forth from the woods and engaged full force.
It started to look like the rout was on. The desperately, resisting bands of Union soldiers from their encampments fought hard. The battle raged with tremendous losses on both sides.
The battles had no boundaries. Fighting became so intense the commanders on either position could not assert any type of statue as commanders. By the darkness of the night, the Union military personnel had lost so much ground they could experience the sight of the river, All the hard-fought ground they gave blood for being now in Rebel hands with terrific losses. The Union military units were in total despair. The Union military units were in total despair.
General Grant and his staff quickly went to a secure area and waited apprehensively for news from Shiloh. When the news came, it was disastrous. General Grant was conferring with his field commanders and his staff to see if a full retreat was in …show more content…

A dispatch rider from the 1st Regiment, Nebraska Volunteer Infantry entered and walks directly to General Grant and stops and makes a hasty salute and handed General Grant the dispatch he was carrying. “Sorry General Sir, I thought you might want to read this right away.” General Grant opened the dispatch and read the contents.
Desperate in need of ammunition, cannon shot, and food. Command shot to hell and No one alive over the rank of private. We are holding Shiloh church at a place called “Hornet’s Nest.” Need aid at once. 1st Regiment, Nebraska Volunteer Infantry. Signed, Private Svensson.
Grant says, “Dispatcher? What does this mean?”
“General, Sir. You have a small detachment of troopers from the 1st Nebraska all Volunteer Regiment who are fighting and refused to run or surrender.
Grant, “Where? I must know where?
Dispatcher, Sir, they are fighting near

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