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  • 128thpa@comcast.net
    Gerry: The GAR building burnt down in the late 1800 s. The Pizza parlor is in the replacement building. I researched this all years ago - it is in the
    Message 1 of 52 , Feb 16, 2007

      The GAR building burnt down in the late 1800's. The Pizza parlor is in the replacement building. I researched this all years ago - it is in the records in the Rieglesville Library.


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      From: "G E Mayers" <gerry1952@...>

      > Stephen,
      > I finally had the chance to read the memoir account this evening. Very
      > touching and, as someone noted, almost lyrical in spots. However, even
      > if it was written many years later, I got the impression the events
      > of that morning where the 128th PVI fought was seared into his memory,
      > never to be forgotten.
      > I wonder if anyone tried later to map the positions occupied at
      > various points by the regiment against the terrain itself? It is
      > pretty clear he is speaking of the Martin Lane farm where the entire
      > XIIth Corps bivouacked the evening before.
      > A final interesting thought.... I live only about twenty minutes from
      > Riegelsville, PA and the building in which the Croasdale GAR Post once
      > met is still standing but, at last recollection, was being used on the
      > main or ground floor as a pizza parlor.
      > Yr. Obt. Svt.
      > G E "Gerry" Mayers
      > To Be A Virginian, either by birth, marriage, adoption, or even on
      > one's mother's side, is an introduction to any state in the Union, a
      > passport to any foreign country, and a benediction from the Almighty
      > God. --Anonymous
      > ----- Original Message -----
      > From: "Stephen Recker"
      > To:
      > Sent: Wednesday, February 14, 2007 7:53 PM
      > Subject: [TalkAntietam] Frederick Crouse, Pvt. Co. C, 128th
      > Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry
      > An Account of the Battle of Antietam
      > Frederick Crouse, Pvt. Co. C, 128th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry
      > On the night before the battle we was aroused about 11 oclock from
      > tired natures sweet repose by our officers who told us to fall in
      > quickly and to make no noise. We were even warned not to let our
      > canteens, accoutrements or tin cup rattle.
      > After the regiment was formed we was marched off in the darkness,
      > and it was terriable dark, we went groping through the bushes, over
      > fences, across ditches, fields, creeks and through wood. We were
      > finely halted about two o clock in the morning in a freshly plowed
      > field, and ordered to lay down on our arms. We knew that we was close
      > to the enemy�s lines for the constant firing of the pickets close by
      > in
      > our front prevented us from getting any sleep. At the break of day
      > everything became still as death. But it was only the calm that
      > proceeds the terriable storm. It was hardly light yet, but we got up
      > to take a look at our surrounding. We found that our whole brigrade
      > lay massed at the foot of a hill on the brow of which, to our right
      > as
      > it grew lighter we could see a number of our Cannon, and officers
      > with
      > their fieldglasses looking at the enemys position. Our attention was
      > next attracted by a long line of dead and wounded who were being
      > carried on stretches from our picket line in front to the rear. By
      > this time too, we could see our orderlies, Aide camps, field and staff
      > officers galloping about in all directions and we felt certain that a
      > battle was about to take place, and that we would likely be the first
      > troops to be ordered in. Breakfast was not to be thought of, although
      > we had really scarsly eating anything for the last two days, but we
      > were thinking of the big breakfast that awaited us on the other side
      > of
      > the hill. Sitting down on a stump I took out my pocket bible and read
      > the 91st Psalm. I seen many other comrades similar engaged. But
      > scarsely had this duty been performed when an officer rode up to
      > [page 2]
      > Gen Crawford who commanded our Brigade and delivered a verbal order.
      > I
      > was standing within a few yards and heard most of what he said. Gen
      > Crawford was to at once attack the enemys position with his Brigade,
      > and pointing to a strip of woods on top of the hill to our left a
      > little, clean the enemy out of there, then bear right oblique so as
      > bring your men down under and in front of our artillery, which we
      > could
      > then see to our right on top of the hill. Our Regiment the 128th Pa
      > Vol was immediately ordered under arms. We had previously been
      > supplied with 40 rounds, we were each given 20 more making 60 rounds
      > of
      > ball cartridge. The office(r) spoke a few hurried words of
      > encouragement to us as we stood in the ranks, they also gave us
      > positive orders not to fire a gun until the order to fire was given,
      > and then to fire low. Two men from each Company to carry off the
      > wounded were then detailed. Between us and the strip of woods was a
      > field enclosed by a worm (worrn?) fence and while waiting for the
      > command to march, there sudenly appeared a detachment of the Pioneer
      > Corps, armed with axes who leveled the fences in our front as if by
      > magic.
      > Our Regiment being formed in columns of Company by platoon and as
      > we
      > went forward was maneuvered into line of battle. we certainly
      > presented a fine picture Being a new Regiment, in service less than
      > six
      > week, with over a Thousand men in line, with their new uniforms Bright
      > new arms and beautiful new flags waiving in the breeze we marched
      > forward to the inspiring music of the fife and Drum Corps. But as we
      > neared the woods where the rebs were we heared for the first time that
      > whistle or peculiar whiz of the minnie ball. Several of our men were
      > hit and fell and we all began to duck our heads. This was the most
      > trying time, especially for new troops, and we dare not return the
      > fire, and I confess I felt pretty streaky and a little weak in the
      > knees. But soon the command rang out Charge Bayonet, double quick
      > march, and away we went with a shout.
      > [Page 3]
      > We went through that strip of wood like a whirlwind and the
      > Johnnies went out the other side. In passing through this woods our
      > line of battle became very much mixed and out of shape, and it was
      > here, while our officers were trying to reform and get the Regiment in
      > line that the gallant Col Croasdale was killed, but we had hardly time
      > to realize our loss for the Regiment was halted and the order given to
      > fire. After two or three rounds had been fired that nervious feeling
      > left me and I made up my mind that I was there to fight and I loaded
      > and fired as fast as I could. But we was soon ordered to cease firing
      > and to advance, the enemy slowly falling back. The next halt we made
      > I
      > recollect there was a gully right in our front that had been washed
      > out
      > across the field, and I need hardly tell you we wasent long getting
      > into it. We certainly had a snap of it here, and I wished we might
      > stay there all day. We would load raise partly up and bang away at
      > them, drop back load and fire again. The only fun I got out of that
      > days fight I got there. But after firing a number of rounds here the
      > officers after considerale trounle got us to cease firing and we again
      > advanced right oblique, this brought down to the celebrated corn
      > field.
      > The rebels had fell back on the left of this corn field and taken
      > to
      > cover in a clump of undergrowth. We were the first troop to enter
      > this
      > corn field, not a stock of corn was desturbed until we marched down
      > through it, but during the day the battle raged in all its fury at
      > this
      > point. it was faught over several times and was literaly covered
      > with
      > the dead of both armies. When we reached the lower side of this corn
      > field we were within fifty or sixty yards of the bushes where the rebs
      > were in, although we could not see them, yet they was there and doing
      > us great damage. Don�t suppose from what I have said that our
      > Regiment
      > was doing all of the fighting. Oh no, long lines of battle could be
      > seen as far as we could see for the Battle was raging fearful.
      > [Page 4]
      > Now just here, had I the command of language, the descriptive
      > ability, I should like to give a discription of the Battle as it was
      > then raging around us, but I am not able to do it, and can only say it
      > was Grand. Awfully Grand and terriable. It was a beautiful day, the
      > Sun was shining brightly and a glance through the sulperous spoke of
      > battle that at times enveloped the contending armies could be seen the
      > ground thickly strewn with the dead and wounded. The bright collars
      > Battle Flags and standards as they waved back and forth in shock of
      > battle. The flash of sabers The gleam of Bayonets. The crash and
      > rattle of Musketry. The roar and thunder of artillery which shook
      > the
      > very ground under our feet, which together with the cries and groans
      > of
      > the wounded and dying, made up a scene never to be forgotten, I hope I
      > may never witness the like again.
      > I had seen paintings of Battle scenes, and I had read of the
      > battles
      > of the Revolution, of the War of 1812, an oh: how my young heart used
      > to swell with patriotic pride as I read of the glorious victories
      > achieved [by] the American army in Mexico, and how I longed to witness
      > a battle, And here I was not only an eye witness but an actual
      > participant in one of the greatest Battles ever fought on the American
      > continent, and besides which those battles of our other wars were mere
      > skirmishes. Why the very air seemed filled with the messengers of
      > death. In our rear on top of the hill was our Batteries in full
      > action, whose red throats were belching forth the thunderbolts of
      > death
      > and destruction over our heads, into the ranks of the enemy. While in
      > our front, on the high ground beyond the Antietam could be seen the
      > Confederate canon blazing and flashing as they hurled their terriable
      > shot and shell into our midst. Why those terrible shells would come
      > howling and shriking through the air, and coming down would burst with
      > a report like a clap of thunder and a vivid flash of lightning and
      > instantly probably ten or a dozen men would lie torn and bleeding in
      > the agonies of death. Some of you may think that I have overdrawn
      > this
      > schetch, but I have not, as the list of killed and wounded of that
      > days
      > fight will show.
      > The Union army under Gen mcCllelan on the morning of the Battle
      > numbered 85,000 men. While the Confederate Army under Gen Lee
      > numbered
      > 70,000.
      > Frederick Crouse, mustered into service in August 1862, was wounded
      > at
      > Antietam by a minie ball which smashed through his left shoulder and,
      > according to his granddaughter, then killed his brother-in-law John B.
      > Kerbaugh. He was discharged from the Army in 1863 as a result of his
      > wound which rendered his left arm useless. After the war, he served
      > as
      > a station master and Postmaster of Riegelsville, Pa. organizing Col.
      > Samuel Croasdale GAR Post No. 256 in 1882. He died on June 2, 1909, a
      > month and two days shy of his 74th birthday.
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    • Stephen Recker
      I am creating a matrix that displays, for each sector of the Maryland Campaign, which state fought against which state. I have taken a crack at Crampton s Gap
      Message 52 of 52 , Feb 21, 2007
        I am creating a matrix that displays, for each sector of the Maryland
        Campaign, which state fought against which state. I have taken a crack
        at Crampton's Gap and was wondering if any of you wouldn't mind taking
        a look at it to see if I have it right. Thanks.

        http://www.virtualantietam.com/dan_transfer/stateMatrix_cg.pdf (108kb)

        Stephen Recker
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