Showing posts with label Fredericksburg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fredericksburg. Show all posts

Friday, November 12, 2010

One Napoleon Against 100 Guns

A fine example of a brave and audacious American military veteran was John Pelham, a 24 year-old Major of artillery who with two cannon kept Northern General William Franklin’s 16,000 invading infantry hugging the ground near Fredericksburg.

Bernhard Thuersam, Director

Cape Fear Historical Institute

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Glorious Courage in One So Young

“Stonewall” then calmly reached into his dispatch case and…wrote the following note to “Jeb” Stuart: “General, order Major Pelham to open fire against the advancing enemy.” “Jeb” passed the order to Pelham, who asked excitedly, “General, I would like to have permission to take two guns half a mile along a hidden path to a gully perpendicular to the Richmond Stage Road. Here I can pour an enfilading fire on the flank of [General William B.] Franklin’s troops and knock them down like ninepins.”

Sending two guns to stop three regular Federal divisions unquestionably seemed foolhardy. The enemy most surely would quickly overpower this tiny island of resistance and kill or capture Pelham and his gunners. General Stuart placed such confidence in his young artillerist’s judgment that he replied, “Go ahead Major, but be careful to withdraw in plenty of time.”

Grinning confidently, Pelham saluted and rode off with a Blakely gun and twelve-pounder Napoleon…[and] managed to get into position without being detected. Without delay the Creoles [crew] loaded the cannon with solid shot and aimed them so as to enfilade the Yankee front line only 500 yards away. Startled by this flank fire, the enemy halted, and many infantrymen hugged the ground to escape the next salvo. While Pelham continued to rake General Franklin’s divisions with a devastating fire that toppled the blue ranks like rows of falling dominoes, the Federal commanders ordered their batteries to wheel around and silence Pelham whom they believed must have unleashed at least an entire battery on their flank. Ere long, sixteen Yankee guns were raining shot and shell on Pelham’s two guns.

For a full hour Pelham exchanged a raging fire with the enemy [and] Pelham, flushed with excitement at the sight of his two guns stalling the advance of Franklin’s Left Grand Division, resolutely directed the operation of his guns. But the enemy retaliated with a deadly vengeance by exploding a shell squarely on the Blakely…while the other crew redoubled the Napoleon’s fire. General Franklin…reinforced the fire of four of his own batteries on Pelham with the firepower of long-range guns on Stafford Heights.

Not only did Pelham maintain his position, but his rapid, shifting fire completely halted the enemy’s advance. All along the Confederate right admiring eyes watched unbelievingly as Pelham with his single Napoleon dueled with a hundred guns and checked the advance of 16,000 blue-coated infantry. General Lee, observing the spectacle through his field-glasses, turned to an aide and exclaimed, “It is glorious to see such courage in one so young.”

(Colonel John Pelham, Lee’s Boy Artillerist, William Woods Hassler, Garrett & Massie, 1960, pp. 145-148) Lee, Stonewall,

Monday, September 6, 2010

Friday, September 3, 2010

What Kerouac, Kennedy, Lincoln, and Practicing Medicine Have Taught Me About Liberty

Realizing the true nature of the War Against Southern Independence helped me understand what my great-great grandfather Louis Thomas Hicks was fighting for. As his daughter put it (in an address given at the unveiling of the North Carolina Memorial at Gettysburg), "They wrote a constitution in which each state should be free." The rest *HERE.
*Kindness of Steve and AMEN!

"I say we cannot know your suffering, but this we do know; We love and honour you, veterans, and are justly proud of the heritage you have given us. Just so long as warm blood flows in the veins of man, so long will the words 'Confederate Veteran' cause that blood to tingle with glorious pride, and, if there be one among us, born in our glorious Southland who is not so thrilled, every drop of stagnant blood proclaims him bastard to the South-a coward to all the world."
This and more
HERE.
Joseph Powell Pippen, Esq.
My Grandfather