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Private Edward A. Moore, of the Rockbridge Artillery: “We were soon in position with our six guns ablaze. The enemy’s batteries were posted on considerably higher ground, with three times as many guns and of heavier calibre than ours, which served us the same galling fire that had wrecked the batteries preceding us. . . . My brother John, working at the gun next to mine, received a painful shell-wound in the side and had to leave the field. . . . My brother David, shortly after this, was disabled by a blow on his arm, and, at my solicitation, left the field. I would suggest to any young man when enlisting, to select a company in which he has no near kindred. The concern as to one’s own person affords sufficient entertainment, without being kept in suspense as to who went down when a shell explodes in proximity to another member of the family.” -- from Moore’s memoirs The Story of a Cannoneer under Stonewall Jackson, pages 90-91
Private John Slater of the 13th New York Infantry: “Out of the shadowy wood, into the golden sea on, on they came, until the long slanting bars of yellow sunlight glinted upon the weapons borne in brawny hands. On and yet onward beneath the fiery arches their covering guns were building with shot and shell above their heads. On and on, grim and silent as destiny itself, they pressed until they had traversed nearly half the distance between the forest and ourselves. Their artillery grew dumb, but the gray wall kept moving on.” -- from Slater’s article “Scenes Scenes at Malvern Hill” in the Philadelphia Weekly Time, January 14, 1880, as quoted in Voices of the Civil War: The Seven Days, page 138
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