Culpepper C. H., Va., April 22, 1864.
. . . We have been reviewing the Second Corps, Army of the
Potomac, General Hancock commanding. It was the finest display of troops I ever
witnessed at one review, twenty-two thousand men in all, in one clear, open
field, with their glittering arms, their banners (many of them battle worn) and
bands of music, all conspired to fill one with emotions of pride that he, too,
was an American soldier fighting for the perpetuation of the principles of
civil and religious liberty for our Republican form of Government. Never on but
one occasion before have I seen so many men at one view, and that was not on
review. It was in the second day's fight at Chattanooga. The whole of Thomas's
army, numbering nearly twenty-five thousand men,1 moved upon the
enemy's works across an open plain much like the field we were on to-day, but
how different were my feelings from what they were to-day. As regiment after
regiment of the brave men moved by I could but feel that many a one with proud
and elastic step was marching to the end of time, the very farthest verge of
which they had already reached, and such was the case. How eagerly my mind
contrasted the pageantry, the grandeur of to-day with that of actual conflict
at Chattanooga, and the mind would run along the lines of the not distant
future and picture these brave men amid the din and heat of the coming terrible
conflict. How different will they then appear to those whom Heaven spares to
see them. They are full of hope and confidence, and in their buoyancy of
spirit, their cheerful soldierly satisfaction I place the fullest confidence.
They feel that they can whip Lee. This is much in our favor. I believe they can
and will. Every effort is being made to concentrate troops from all sections
here, and much has already been accomplished. From New York City alone we get
three thousand men, or thereabouts, that have been for months virtually dead to
the service. In all the Northern States are many troops, kept mainly that some
of our major generals might have commands in Peace Departments commensurate with
their rank. These are all being gathered up and brought to the front. I assure
you nothing is left undone that should be done to give us victory. Victory here
is what would be of much service to us. The Red River expedition appears to
have been a terrible failure. Porter has his gunboats, several of them far up
towards Shreveport, with the river falling so that he is prevented by sand-bars
from either going forward or returning, and is waiting for rain and a rise in
the river. I feel much anxiety for him.
You ask me if General McClellan is to have a command. He is
not, for the present at least. You also ask me what kind of a general General
Meade is. He is a man of real sterling worth, and is evidently the best general
who has yet been honored with the command of this army. He is well liked by
both men and officers, and no change is demanded by them. This you can rest
assured is true, anything in the newspapers to the contrary notwithstanding. .
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1 Probably considerably in excess of 25,000.
SOURCE: James H. Wilson, The Life of John A. Rawlins,
p. 421-2
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