Palmetto Battalion

Gents:

I'm going to post some research on Bentonville that I find over the next few weeks to put you in the mood. Here's a quote that I like. You'll find it in the upcoming February Vindicator, to hit newsstands this week.

“It was a hot old time, and things were lively if they were not lovely...After we had been engaged
perhaps half an hour, the solider who had the flag was knocked down by a ball. My color bearer
companion seized the flag as it fell, and was instantly killed. I got it and was hit slightly in the
face, but carried it through the fight without any further damage to my person, but I had my clothing
pretty badly shot up (and) had my Sunday vest ruined...The idea of a man carrying a flag and
being a target for every gun of the enemy is to my mind, radically wrong.” Pvt. W.A. Johnson,
2nd South Carolina, Kennedy’s (Conner’s Brigade).

I like that phrase, 'radically wrong'.

Anyone know what Brigade we are portraying...I thought this one was interesting considering our make-up for the event:

Manigault's Brigade
Lt. Col. John C. Carter
24th Alabama
34th Alabama
10th South Carolina
19th South Carolina

Saturday:

2. Rhett’s Brigade (commanded by Col. William Butler)
1st SC (Regulars), 1st SC Heavy Art. & Luca’s SC Batn.


Sunday

2. Manigault’s Brigade (commanded by Lt.Col. John C. Carter)
24th Ala., 34th Ala., 10th SC, 19th SC

Cool.

For the record, I do no volunteer to carry the spare ammo for the heavy Arty on Sat.

The Brunson Jacket and Bentonville:

http://www.youtube.com/SCCRRMM#p/u/4/ATjQyFuHTRQ

[i]Late in the day the enemy made a spirited attack upon us...giving us a rattling fire from their sharpshooters. My skirmishers were fighting with a glee and abandon I never saw equaled. I am sorry to say that several of these young men, who had left their homes so far behind, were killed and many wounded. The sun of the Confederacy, notwithstanding the hopes of our Generals, the determination of the troops, and the prayers of the Southern people, was fast sinking in the west. The glorious rising on the plains of Manassas has gone down among the pine barriers of North Carolina. The last stroke had been given, and destiny seemed to be against us. the tattered battle flags waved as triumphantly over the heads of the shattered ranks of the battle scarred veterans here in the pine barriers as it ever did on the banks of the Rapidan in Virginia ----- Capt. D. Augustus Dicker, 3rd South Carolina, Kennedy's (Conner's) Brigade.