We are ordered to advance. Our line proceeds to the wall of rocks, climbs over it, reforms quickly, and begins the climb up the hill. After proceeding about 20 yards, we can see the Union Line.
Good Lord! About 50 yards up the hill, the Yanks have a barricade of logs about waist high all the way across the hillside! It looks like they have men three deep behind it.
We are ordered to halt and begin to fire volleys by companies. We raise the Rebel Yell and fire in unison like a veteran unit. The Yanks fire back and they have a fife and drum unit that is playing for all its worth. They begin to waive their Stars and Stripes. We look at our color bearer and he is waiving our Confederate Battle Flag in answer. Pride fills our hearts. Our dander is up, and our fighting spirit comes to the fore. We are ready to assault the gates of Hell if need be.
Right now, I could chew lead and spit out bullets!
The enclosure of woods magnifies everything. The cacophony of battle sounds, the smell of the gunpowder, and the yelling of officers heightens our senses even more. We are given the order to advance, and we scream the Rebel Yell to the top of our lungs. It reverberates in the small enclosure of woods. We foot-sore and tired, 21st century wimps have captured the spirit of our ancestors. We are feeling what they felt when they attacked under the leadership of Hood, Longstreet, and Lee.
It really is glorious!
We are ordered to stop and begin to fire volleys again. We start to take casualties.
All of a sudden, we hear a scream and look back down the hill to our left. The battalion that had been to our left before we began our advance had stayed behind the rock wall. Now they charged like a surge of wild Indians running up the hill to protect our left flank.
Thank the Lord for them!
Here’s a Youtube video of the Culp’s Hill evening skirmish posted by Brett Weidman.