Following Appomattox- Part 8

We got up the next morning and had a roll call. All 18 of us were there. No one had slipped away and headed home. It had been raining during the night and it was chilly.

We all got our muskets and cleaned them. We weren’t going to stack our arms the last time with rusty weapons.

Starting about 9 o’clock what was left of the army formed up by Regiments. Our regiment numbered just over what a normal company would be.

Anyway we were a part of the Texas Brigade of Longstreet’s Corps. We were the last brigade in line for the march.

We still had a fife and drum unit that played as each unit marched in to the little triangle of land at the edge of the Appomattox village.  When we reached the site to stack arms, we all had a heavy heart. It was gut wrenching.  We had lost so many comrades, our country and our youth.

We marched in at Shoulder Arms; were halted; fronted; told to Order Arms; ordered to Stack Arms; Furl our Colors; and place the Colors on the top of the stacked arms.

Most of us had tears running down our faces.  We had fought so hard under those Colors.

We then Right Faced and marched out the end of the village and countermarched and went around the town back to camp.

About Civil War Reflections

Vernon has been a Civil War buff since childhood, but had been inactive in Civil War history for over two decades. However, in the early 1990s his interest was rekindled after watching Ken Burns’ “Civil War Documentary” on PBS. He particularly became interested in the Battle of Antietam (Sharpsburg) and decided to learn more about this epic struggle.
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