One, it seems, was killed while supporting the head of the other, who had just received a death wound, thus dying in each other's arms.
"But I can't begin to think or tell you the names of all the poor boys that we laid away to rest in their last, long sleep on that gloomy day.
Our Major was severely wounded, and several other officers had been hit more or less badly.
"It was a frightful sight, though, to go over the field in front of our works on that morning.

The Rebel dead and badly wounded laid where they had fallen.

The bottom and opposite side of the ravine showed how destructive our fire and that of the canister from the howitzers had been.

The underbrush was cut, slashed, and torn into shreds, and the larger trees were scarred, bruised and broken by the thousands of bullets and other missiles that had been poured into them from almost every conceivable direction during the day before.
"A lot of us boys went way over to the left into Fuller's Division of the Sixteenth Corps, to see how some of our boys over there had got through the scrimmage, for they had about as nasty a fight as any part of the Army, and if it had not been for their being just where they were, I am not sure but what the old Seventeenth Corps would have had a different story to tell now.

We found our friends had been way out by Decatur, where their brigade had got into a pretty lively fight on their own hook.
"We got back to camp, and the first thing I knew I was detailed for picket duty, and we were posted over a few rods across the ravine in our front.