Don't Hurry Me Down to Hades: The Civil War in the Words of Those Who Lived It (General Military)
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For four years American families on both sides of the Mason-Dixon Line were forced to endure the violence and hardship of the Civil War. Don't Hurry Me Down To Hades is the story of these families, expertly crafted from their own words. Revealing the innermost thoughts of both famous citizens and men and women forgotten by history, esteemed Civil War historian Susannah J. Ural explores life on the battlefield and the home front, capturing the astonishing perseverance of the men and women caught up in this most brutal of conflicts.
asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988, to be identified as the Author of this Work. A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. ISBN: 978-1-4728-0910-0 e-book ISBN: 978-1-4728-0672-7 PDF ISBN: 978-1-4728-0671-0 Typeset in Sabon LT Std Front cover: Union officers with a cannon at Fair Oaks, Virginia. Photographed by James F. Gibson, June 1862. (The Granger Collection/Topfoto) Osprey Publishing supports the Woodland Trust, the
the commander of the Army of the Potomac, the man who, likable or not, had brought the army back to life, lay unresponsive. When he did regain consciousness, he still seemed in a daze. Years later, rumors circulated that several of Hooker’s corps commanders wished he had remained unconscious. Just days earlier they had had so much faith in their bold leader. Hooker sent most of his army across the Rappahannock on April 30, sweeping in behind Lee’s position while the Confederate general had much
wrong times. Frustrated by the laws of war, Hood’s boys finally fell into line behind Lafayette McLaws’s division around 5:00 p.m. and marched down Chambersburg Pike. It was a terrible 12- to 13-mile march of starts and stops, not necessarily fast but without any rest. At 1:00 a.m., Hood’s division reached the fields on the western bank of Marsh Creek where McLaws’s men had collapsed an hour earlier on its eastern bank. Hood’s boys joined them, sleeping with their weapons, about 3.5 miles from
comfort despite the losses of the 1870s that included the death of their two remaining sons, one to diphtheria and one to yellow fever, as well as Jefferson’s favorite sister and his old wartime advisor and chieftain, Robert E. Lee. After Jefferson’s death in 1889, Varina shocked her peers by moving to Manhattan, New York, with Winnie, where she earned a modest income publishing articles and short stories. She also wrote a two-volume reverential memoir of Jefferson Davis that bore little
Association in the years after the war, and tried without success, as many of the men did, to lure their old commander, John Bell Hood, “home” to Texas. Little is known of Felicia Loughridge’s postwar life beyond the fact that she bore two more sons, Samuel Lycurgas, in 1864, and Jackson B. Loughridge, in 1871. Jackson saved their lengthy correspondence, which he left upon his death in 1942 to his brother, Samuel. His preservation efforts, along with his great-nephew David’s, allowed modern