I had often had a curiosity to know how a green hand might feel, in his maiden battle, perched all solitary and alone on high in a pilot house, a target for Tom, Dick and Harry, and nobody at his elbow to shame him from showing the white feather when matters grew hot and perilous around him; so, to me his story was valuable--it filled a gap for me which all histories had left till that time empty.
THE PILOT'S FIRST BATTLE He said-- It was the 7th of November.

The fight began at seven in the morning.

I was on the 'R.

H.W.

Hill.' Took over a load of troops from Columbus.
Came back, and took over a battery of artillery.