Our brigade was instructed to move forward soon after 1 o'clock to assault the series of blockhouses which was regarded as impregnable by the foreign attaches.

As the aide dashed down our lines with orders from headquarters the boys realized the prayed-for charge was about to take place and cheered lustily.

Such a charge! Will I ever forget that sublime spectacle?
There was a river called San Juan, from the hill hard by, but which historians will term the pool of blood.

Our brigade had to follow the course of that creek fully half a mile to reach the point selected for the grand attack.
With what cheering did the boys go up that hill! Their naked bodies seemed to present a perfect target to the fire of the dons, but they never flinched.

When the command reached the famous stone blockhouse it was commanded by a second sergeant, who was promoted on the field of battle for extraordinary bravery.