No such confusion had ever before existed in Jackson's army.

The Northern charge was driven like a wedge of steel into its ranks.
Jackson had able generals, valiant lieutenants, with him, Ewell and Early, and A.P.Hill and Winder, and they strove together to stop the retreat.

The valiant Winder was mortally wounded and died upon the field, and Jackson, with his wonderful ability to see what was happening and his equal power of decision, swiftly withdrew that wing of his army, also carrying with it every gun.
A great shout of triumph rose from the men in blue as they saw the Southern retreat.
"We win! We win!" cried Pennington again.
"Yes, we win!" shouted Warner, usually so cool.
And it did seem even to older men that the triumph was complete.

The blue and the gray were face to face in the smoke, but the gray were driven back by the fierce and irresistible charge, and, as their flight became swifter, the shells and grape from the Northern batteries plunged and tore through their ranks.

Nothing stopped the blue wave.