In an instant, I was in a Union uniform.
Our line moved toward, and then began going around, the farmhouse I mentioned before. This was the D. R. Miller house. As we came around the house, we saw a cornfield in front of us. This was the northern boundary of The Cornfield.
The man next to me was hunkered down as we moved forward. He would flinch each time a cannon shell exploded nearby. When we got to the side of the house, we could see a whole lot of Confederate artillery in the distance.
I heard one man exclaim, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph!”
These cannons were the source of all the explosions we had been experiencing.
We heard noise to our rear. Turning around, we saw a Union battery had come forward and was dropping trail behind us with the intent of engaging the Confederate cannons in the distance.
One soldier yelled, “It’s about time!”
In front of us were men located along a fence line – the northern boundary of The Cornfield – and they were shooting at us.
I looked down at my uniform. I had a round metal medallion, with an eagle imprinted on it, attached to the strap of my cartridge box. My heart was abruptly in my throat. I was in the thick of the Union First Corps Advance on September 17, 1862!
The men who were firing at us retreated back into the corn, and we advanced to the fence line. We stopped, but an officer got out in front of us and yelled for us to move on. We jumped the fence and started down the rows of corn. Bullets began coming in from our front. We were halted and ordered to fire a volley into the corn to hopefully make the enemy retreat and stop their random fire. We couldn’t see anything in front of us and were ordered back to the fence line.
Then again Animal Spirit Guide and I were up in the air looking down on this area of fighting. There were Confederate troops along a portion of the fence line at the southern boundary of The Cornfield. Then their lines angled toward the southeast.
That abruptly ended the session.