Letter from Cooke, Chauncey H.

Soldier: Cooke, Chauncey H.
Allegiance: Union
Unit/Service Branch: 25th Infantry
Home State: Wisconsin
Date Written: Sunday, June 19th, 1864
Location: Camp near Acworth, GA
Correspondence Type: Letter
Subjects: Commanders, Comrades, Contraband, Enemy, Family, Warfare
16th army corps, dear father i am writing some of you nearly every day i don't exactly know why either one thing that set me to thinking of home was when henry morse came and bid me good bye he had been ordered to report to the field hospital henry was feeling bad and he looked bad say as little about it as you can to his folks henry was never tough he had no endurance i was sorry to see him go because i don't believe i shall ever see him again. i have something else to tell you yesterday was a mighty eventful day to our brigade in the morning orders came for three companies of each regiment to get in position and be pre pared to charge the rebel lines on the farther side of the plantation bounded on that side as on ours by a heavy forest in a short time fifteen companies of our brigade were in line and under cover of a bit of rising ground we advanced to within sixty rods of the rebel earthworks and took a parallel position to them along a washout or gully with a big peach orchard between us and the rebel lines here we waited for nearly an hour while sharp shooters in the treetops beyond the peach orchard kept picking off our men our orders were to save our ammunition and not to fire a shot then came the command to fix bayonets and charge the rebel lines then we climbed out of our ditch and made a wild rush for the rebel lines the air was alive with whizzing bullets and the wild shooting of the enemy tore up the sand and filled our eyes with dirt we reached the rebel lines without firing a shot and strange enough we lost but a few men killed and wounded on our side the retreat of the rebels was complete _ 2 henry never returned to the regiment he died in a field hospital and was buried in a plain board box under the solemn pine trees in whose branches every south wind chants a sad requiem above his grave soon after our occupation of the rebel lines some darkies who had deserted the rebel army came to us and told us how the rebel general polk had been killed in a log house near our lines they pointed out the holes made by the twelve-pound shot of our cannon and showed us the blood stains on the logs of the hut we can see kenesaw mountain in the distance and the rumor is that the rebel army will make a big fight at that point there is a railroad passing near us that runs into marietta just beyond kenesaw mountain and for some reason gen sherman keeps an engine armored with steel plates running back and forth as near the mountain as he dare i wouldn't like to be the engineer as i write i can hear cannons eight or ten miles on our right and the boys say it's leather breeches they know him by the rattle of his cannon we had not been an hour in our new camp before we were under marching orders for kenesaw mountain * * * will write again soon your son chauncey.