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Southern Star, Jan. 5, 1916 A MOST INTERESTING LETTER Dallas, Tex., Nov. 11, 1915. W.E. Painter, Dear Ruf: I wrote you for a list of my dear old Co. E. 15th Alabama Regiment who are now living, and as you were sick Bro. Charley Edwards sent me the following list vis.-W.R. Painter, W.C. Mizell Ozark; J.R. Edwards, Mat Williams, Artion; C. V. Atkinson, Newton; Newt Curenton, Haw Ridge; Albert Austin, Daleville; W.D. Byrd, B.W. Fleming, Enterprise; Dorse Fleming, Geneva; C.G. Dillard, Ozark Route 1. To this I add the Texas list---Capt. Wm. A. Edwards, 4019 Bowser St. Dallas Texas; A.N. Edwards, Gordon, Tex.;Y.M. Edwards, Alvin, Tex.; J.P. Martin, Italy, Tex.; Ben Martin,

please add them to this. The Company left home with 84 men enlisted all told 200. Returned home after surrender 100. So you see 100 brave and as good men as Dale or any other county ever raised sleep in some Northern or Southern cemetery or in shallow crude graves on some battle field, or possibly some were buried under the winter snow or to decay on some bloody hard fought battle ground and their bones to bleach under a burning sun, and to their dust and memory we say farewell dear comrades, and we hope some day to meet you beyond the flash and roar of artillery and rattle of musketry. It will probably be

and bars. I have often been anxious to know if any of them that got back got left. "That day many parted, Where few shall meet." That night we camped at Fraziers Mill on Pea river and almost the entire company took a bath, and if there were either snakes, alligators or varmints for miles around they took to the hills and swamps never to return. Such a babel of voices and splashing of water I have never heard. The next night we camped in the open streets of Perote, and its bests families welcomed us with royal favors, and our third night out we stopped at Union Springs and spent the Sabbath there, which stay will always be kindly remembered by Co.E. That was the day of the first Manassas battle and Bull Run episode. Many thought the war was ended and some kind hearted mothers hoped their boys might see Richmond before they were disbanded. Well the boys saw Richmond and beyond. How little we knew of war and the bitter cup before the south. We next find ourselves organized as Co. E. in the 15th Alabama Regiment. Nothing of special interest to the Co. E until our regiment camped at Camp Toombs between Centerville and Manassas. There Dick Neil died. This is worthy of mentioning because he was the first member of Co. E that died and the first one that had died in a regimental camp. He was honored as but few soldiers are ever honored. The Regiment was drawn up to witness the solemn burial, and Co. E with reversed arms and muffled drum followed the corpse to the road that leads from Centerville to Manassas; and there in plain coffin with a soldiers blanket for a winding sheet we buried him and a platoon of Co. E fired a soldier salute about the lonely grave, and there on the lonely spot unmarked by human hands and unknown to the busy world that passes that way to-day sleeps the dust of Corporal Neil without a stain on his name or character at home or in the army. It was the first crude shock that came to Co. E and it threw a gloom over the folks at home as nothing had done. All began to realize that war was on, and I remember at that camp Col. Canty told me it would be a terrible struggle. We spent the winter at Manassas and the only thing of special interest to Co. E was the task of getting boards for winter quarters, a task I never heard a single member complain of. I was sent with my Company across Bull Run to the east of Centerville in the hilly and wooded country that had been but little occupied by soldiers up to that time, to get boards to cover huts for winter quarters. And old federal sympathizer lived about half a mile from our camp and killed hogs one day, it would have been better had he killed all he had. I went up to his house and wanted to buy a hasslet. He asked 50 cents for it and at that time we thought ten or fifteen cents good pay. I went back where the boys were at work and related what had occurred and I saw one of them give a significant wink and asked "Do you love hasslet Captain and I told him yes." Well to make a long story short, next morning when I woke up there

as well as I remember it was the first and last stolen meat I ate during the war. 1862 was the fighting year of the war. Before the ground had thawed and the buds had burst into leaves we were taken from our pleasant quarters and transferred to the valley and received a formal introduction to Stonewall Jackson. There are two incidents in this campaign I wish to relate, not battles the historian does that, but unnoticed and unknown to the historian yet of interest to the Co. E. I allude to the death of Jno. Trawick and Lieut. Mills. John Trawick was killed almost under the guns of Harper Ferry, when we halted in our pursuit of Banks. We were resting on the turn-pike when a gun accidentally discharged and shattered poor Johns heel to pieces. He was carried to a Winchester Hospital, and in a few days I received notice he was dead. I want to say this for John Trawick, I detailed him to cook for me, and he did more for my comfort than any one else has ever done. He carried my luggage on marches. (He was big and strong.) When the Regiment halted if it was mid-night. He spread my bedding and cooked my supper no matter how tired he was, and I have often wondered if Israels chariot was sent down to take that rough, rugged yet noble son of nature to a bright and better world. Lieut. Mills was killed at Cross Keys, when an unexpected retreat was ordered our regiment. He was a hightoned, brave christian gentlemen confided in at home and honored and loved in the army. He was devoted to his mess and his mess to him quiet, intelligent, refined and dignified a high type of a christian gentleman yet he always impressed me that a cloud was over his spirits an I have never thought he expected to survive the war, and I thought and still think that terrible spectre of presentment was ever before his eyes. At night after the terrible battle of Gains Mills at Richmond after night fall had covered the field of carnage and death which was strowed with dead and dying, I fell on Billy Robinson, a fine speciman of manhood, tall, angular swarthy, hair as black as a crow and fearless as a lion. He told me he was mortally wounded and could live but a little while. He asked me who held the field I told him we held it. Then he said I am willing to die. Tell father I died fighting for my home and country, that I died brave and I feel I am prepared for a better world. His father was a Methodist preacher. Co. E did the fighting for Hood's division at Suffolk. It held the line against great odds early morning till night, did the picket duty till mid night and covered the retreat of the army twenty or twenty five to Black Water River. I doubt if any Company ever withstood so strong and persistent attack, more courageously and firmly than did Co. E. A whole brigade against one company for an entire day, but we had the position on them. During the engagement I met Jess Flowers, hat off sleeves rolled up, and sweat rolling from his brow. He said Captain they have killed my mess mate Cameron, and I am ready to fight the whole Yankee army. I believe Jess would have tried it. Cameron was a good man and soldier and died with his face to the enemy. The only three men I detailed to cook for me were Trawick, Flowers and Charley Jones; the two first were killed and Charley Jones crippled for life. While we were at Suffolk, the battle of the wilderness was fought and fighting Joe Hooper whipped. Thence we followed Lee to Gettysburg, which with the surrender of Fort Donaldson sealed the fate of the Confederacy. They first brought Grant, the man of destiny into the lime light, and second, settled the question of invasion, and so reduced Lee's army that it was only a question of time when it would succumb to superior force. But I wish to say a few things about that great and fatal battle. First the 15th, Alabama went further in that battle than any other troop, second Co. E went as far as any part of the Regiment and staid as long. The men fired their guns until the barrel become so hot they could not hold and load them. The death of private Holloway was to me the sadest feature of this sanguinary struggle. We were well protected behind a great rock about 4 feet high, the enemy equally protected behind a rock fence not more than 50 yards in front of us, and Captain Park reported a flanking division (Sickles) coming in our rear. Col. Oats ordered a charge and mounted the rock himself and discharged the contents of a six shooter in the face of the enemy. No one would follow but Holloway who mounted the roch [rock], fell on his left knee, fixed his musket and a ball from the enemy crashed through his left temple and he fell dead on the feet of his gallant Colonel. How gallant! How useless! I saw the gallant deed and in the rage of battle and reign of death I thought what a sorrow it would carry to the bereaved wife and ten orphaned children far away in our beloved Alabama. But our hearts were not always heavy and our heads bowed with grief. The soldier out of battle was ready for favor and the evening before the Gettysburg battle Co. E. was out on picket line. Gen. Lee had ordered no private property disturbed and among the grove of large oaks in which [we] were camped a bunch of fine hogs had been browsing for acorns all day. Co. E's mouth had been watering all day for a taste of Yankee pork. Late that evening the Colonel told me there would be rations that evening and to let any one kill one of those hogs. I called the Co. together and told them to kill one of the biggest hogs and before I could stop then they had killed three and had a fourth so nearly dead I allowed them to finish it. But a very amazing thing occurred during the hog killing. I had two men in my Company, some of you may still remember them for no Company could well be without two such men. One was Sam Hog

a great big over grown man, and Peters a small little fellow, and I looked out and saw Peters coming towards me closely pursued by Hog, nearly in touching distance and at every leap he would cry "help me Captain! Help me Captain." I called a halt-inquired the trouble, Hog said Peters hit him with a rock and nearly broke his leg, and Peters gasping for breath said "Captain you told us to kill the biggest hog we could find and he was the biggest one I saw. It was so ludecrious Hog burst into loud laughter and limping turned to his quarters. The truth was Peters had missed his mark. One more incident that was very amusing to me, and the strange part is it never cease to be amusing to me. The parties to this incident were uncle Dave Snell and Latimer, both as true and worth men as ever girded their shoes with the accentments of war or shouldered a musket, both are now under the soil beyond the din of battle. One morning at roll call Latimer came up with a broken arm and it was broken after the rest of the Company had gone to bed, Uncle Dave was to report the case and with the usual gravity of old men. He said he and Latimer went to the spring to get water to cook and coming up from the spring with a bucket of water his foot slipped, he fell and broke his arm. No one dared question Uncle Dave's word, but it seemed strange to me they should be out at midnight after water to cook, I said nothing knowing full well if it had any rich or racy features the boys could not keep it from me. So I pretty soon got a full statement of the case, and not very much like Uncle Daves. They had gone to a nearby apple orchard and Latimer climbed a tree and sized a hornets nest and in his hasty retreat a limb broke, he fell and broke his arm. A few days after on the march I asked the old soldier to tell me exactly how the accident occurred and with great precision he related the affair to where Latimer started up the hill with his camp kettle of water and said "Captain he got slickest fall I ever saw." Well says I, Uncle Dave were there any hornets about the spring. "Captain he said I'll tell you all about it. I told him no I knew it all. I never blamed him not Latimer only for not knowing the difference between an apple and a hornet nest. In fact I never blamed Adam so much for eating that red apple Eve gave him, I expect I would have done as he did. This occurred as well as I remember at Racoon ford of the Rapidam. In conclusion of this article to my old true and tried friends and comrades-friends and soldiers tried in the concible [crucible?] of fire. There are a few things I reflect on with great pleasure. 1st, after the surrender Co. E returned from the scenes of battle and war, with true manhood

and moral character and honest purpose entered honorable business and have been successful and useful citizens. 2nd, that my original mess eight of us are still living and constitute nearly half of the now living members of the Company. 3rd, and last and by far the most pleasing reflection is that I treated my Company as gentlemen, They were gentlemen at home and I