CHRISTMAS SEASON ON CAMPAIGN-PART 15
I suspect Marse Robert had been eyeballing what all the Yanks were up to during the last month. It appears they’s gonna cross at Fredericksburg and proceed toward Richmond. Well we’re gonna stop’em. But Lordy what we have to do to be ready for their attack.
On the last few days of November and the first few days of December, we were put into our part of the battle line facing east toward the Rappahannock River.
From what I understand we are a part of 1 of 4 Divisions under Lt. General Longstreet. Thank God we are under his command and not Stonewall Jackson. Jackson will kill you with his marches. Anyway, we are in Brigadier General Hood’s Division, which is made up of four Brigades: our brigade under Brigadier General Robertson; Brigadier General Law’s Alabamians; Brigadier General G. T. Anderson’s Georgians; and Colonel Bennings’ Georgians.
Our place in the line is right in the center of this hill that is cut into by a Creek that they call Deep Run. Up here in the east they call creeks by the name of runs. Don’t ask me I don’t know why. Anyway, our division is facing east with Anderson’s brigade on the far left, then Benning’s brigade to Anderson’s right, then Robertson, which is us, to Benning’s right and then the creek and on the other side of the creek is Law’s Brigade. Like I said we are on this hill looking overlooking a plain that goes down to the Rappahannock River. It must be at least a mile and a half from our position to the river. About 300 yards in front of our position is a railroad track and on the other side of the railroad about another 500 yards is a road leading out of the southern part of Fredericksburg and going south the same way as the river.
Well, we began to build a barricade of sorts for our part of the field. There wasn’t much wood left in our areas of the line so we had to get shovels from the company wagons and dig entrenchments to have protection. God, how I hate digging. If my hands are cold they will dry up and crack, when I have to shovel dirt. The cracks of skin on my fingers when touched feel like someone stuck a needle in them.