I grew up seven miles from the state line of Louisiana, Texas, and Arkansas. My grandmother Dale and her second husband Hud lived on a 40-acre tree farm in the East Texas county of Cass. The little house where she and Hud lived encompassed about a thousand square feet but seemed much larger when I was young.
Grandma Dale had a picture of a man and a woman on her wall. They were her mother, Annie, and father, James Pinkney O’Rear. They were my great-grandparents.
Pink, as my great-granddad was called, was sitting in a chair, Annie, my great-grandmother standing behind him. Pink had a missing leg and a wooden prosthesis propped beside his dangling pant leg. Pink had lost his leg in the Civil War. A private in the 1st Texas Infantry, Company D, Pink hiked home on his wooden leg, one good leg, and a crutch some 1200 miles to East Texas after the war.People, it’s true, get caught up in wars that make no sense. Fighting on the wrong side of a war without awareness is possible. We are destined, right or wrong, to play the hand life deals us.
There is no emotion in Pink’s words, though I can’t believe he lived such an adventure without becoming changed forever. Draw your own conclusions.
Here is Pink’s story in his own words.
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e left Linden May 17, 1861, and marched to Jefferson, Texas, where we took boats for New Orleans. One of our men Henry Colley, was drowned here. We received orders to proceed to Richmond, where we landed on June 20. 1861. About the 10th day of July we were ordered to Manassas. On the way to Manassas we were in a railroad wreck. The Kentucky troops lost 32 men killed and wounded, but we escaped without the loss of a man. We did not get into the battle at Manassas, but here we saw the first horrors of war.
We camped there two or three days and our men went over the battlefield and saw the graves of the soldiers and the destruction of the battle. From here we were ordered to Evansport on the Potomac River, and remained in camp till March, 1862. We had a very pleasant time, as the winter was mild, and we had felt none of the effects of war. Occasionally a gunboat would pass and shoot at us, but nothing of note happened. We lost two men here of pneumonia, Henry Sanser and Charley Covey.
We were ordered to Fredericksburg where we joined Hood's Brigade, which at that time consisted of four regiments, First., Fourth and Fifth Texas, and Eighteenth Georgia. Here we lost two men, Henry and John Oliver.
About the 1st of April, 1862 we were ordered by Joseph E. Johnston to Yorktown where we met the enemy under Gen. McClellan. About the 1st of May we were ordered to fall back to Richmond and the next day Gen. Longstreet fought the battle of Williamsburg. We then went to Pamunky and fought our first battle and lost one man killed and two wounded. Our Colonel, Black, was killed and our Captain was promoted to Major.We drove the enemy back to their gunboats and marched back and camped west of Chickahominy Creek. Here we reorganized and re-enlisted for the war. In a few days the battle of Seven Pines was fought. We were in line but not in the charge. The enemy was driven back across Chickahominy Creek. Gen. Johnston was wounded and Gen. Lee was put in command. We were ordered to take the train for Charlottsville, then to Staunton, and then back to Gordonsville, and on to Ashland, twenty miles north of Richmond. where we struck McClellan's pickets and drove them back.
The movement was made to surround McClellan, but it was reported that we were going to reinforce Gen. Jackson. When we came to McClellan's pickets we drove them back, and the next day Jackson fought McClellan's army from 10 o'clock till 4 P. M., when Hood's Brigade charged McClellan's army and routed them, and we continued skirmish fighting from there to Malvern Hill where McGruder fought McClellan, while Jackson was surrounding him. McClellan retreated that night to the James River under cover of his gunboats.
Then Lee's army went back to Richmond, arriving sometime in August, 1862. From here we were ordered to reinforce Jackson at Sudder Mountain, near Manassas, where Pope had joined McClellan, and the second battle of Manassas was fought. I was detailed to wait on the sick and wounded and did not go with the army into Maryland. I remained in the hospital about two months and rejoined my company when it returned from this campaign. We remained in camp seven miles south of Richmond for about three months with nothing of interest occurring and were then ordered to Suffolk, N. C., where we stayed fifteen or twenty days. And we then returned to Richmond and went from there to Fredericksburg where we were attacked by Burnside’s army.
In the spring of 1863, Gen. Lee reorganized his army and we went to Culpepper Court House where we had a general review and inspection and then to Gettysburg, crossing the Potomac River at Williamsport. As there was no bridge or ferry we had to wade the river, which was about 800 yards wide. We reached Gettysburg on the first of July and lines were formed and the battle began about 1 P.M., continuing till about 4 P. M. Here was some of the hardest fighting which I saw or was in during the war. I visited one of the hospitals where the sick and wounded were being taken care of. It was a horrible sight. Men were wounded in every conceivable way and the intensity of their suffering was heartrending.
We marched from here to Hagerstown where we formed a line of battle, but the enemy would not attack us and we crossed the Potomac River at Fallingwater. We retreated back into Virginia and established picket lines along the Rappahannock River till in September when Longstreet's Corps (our Corps) was ordered to Georgia to support Gen. Bragg. We landed at Dalton Sept. 19, 1863, and went from there to Resaca, where we attacked the enemy and drove them back to Chickamauga Creek. There we fought that battle and drove them back to Chattanooga. We remained here a month and I was detailed to help wait on the sick and wounded and rejoined my company at Lookout Mountain. About the 1st of November we were ordered to Knoxville, Tenn. Here we drove the enemy into their forts and kept them there till Gen. Grant sent reinforcements to our rear and compelled us to retreat across the Tennessee River. We spent the winter at Morristown.
Here we suffered for food and clothing. In February, 1864, I was detailed to collect supplies for the army and gathered up beef, cattle, sheep, hogs, goats and corn, or anything that the army would need for food. The first of April the army was ordered back to Virginia where we arrived on May 7th and fought the battle of the Wilderness. Our company lost heavily here. I was not in the battle but rejoined the company soon after the battle was over.
After this we continued skirmishing until Oct. 7, 1864, when we attacked the enemy's bulwarks ten miles east of Richmond. Here a Yankee bullet struck me just below the knee, breaking the bone. I was captured, taken to the field hospital, and my leg was amputated. Was then taken to the Federal hospital near Petersburg where I was well treated by good, kind nurses. Was taken to Fortress Monroe where I remained seven months before I was able to travel.
While in the hospital, I saw the horrible side of war. Although I was kindly treated I suffered much and the groans of the wounded were never out of my ears day or night. Then came news of the surrender with thoughts of home and the lost cause, and of my condition, being 1,200 miles from home and in the hands of the enemy. I don't see how I lived through it all. I got my discharge on the 27th of May, 1865, and arrived home on the 17th of October of that year."
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