December 11, 1862:
The
Battle of Fredericksburg
(First
Fredericksburg)
Virginia
U.S.
Maj. Gen. Ambrose Burnside Army of the Potomac 114,000 men
C.S. Gen. Robert E. Lee Army of Northern Virginia 75,000 men
Day 1: As
dawn breaks, Union army engineers are pulling pontoon boats into place and
placing the stringers, and then planking the new bridges as they go, but even
through the heavy mists and fog, the flashing lights of Confederate rifles
firing began and men began to drop.
The
engineers would drop on the bridge boards or even climb into the boats to
escape the bullets. Brig. Gen. William
Barksdale and his brigade of Mississippi infantry infiltrated the entire
riverfront, and brought the bridge-building to a halt. Even though Gen. Burnside had placed 147
cannon to cover the engineers, the artillery were not as useful against
sharpshooters---until Burnside ordered his artillery to shell the town, which
they did. Wooden houses went up in
flames and brick and stone houses were knocked down. The remaining citizens of the city fled in a
panic. Soon, it is apparent that
Barksdale’s riflemen are still in place, so the Federals put several
regiments---mostly the 7th Michigan and the 19th and 20th Massachusetts---on skiffs and rowboats and row them across the river. These regiments land on the western shore
of the Rappahannock and take the Rebels by surprise---who in turn fall back, but
fight a vicious house-to-house action, street by street, making the Yankees
pay dearly for each step forward.
But
now the engineers are able to finish the bridges quickly, and more troops
cross as night falls. The fighting in
the streets intensifies, and the Rebels finally retire to their own lines above
the town. Barksdale has bought some time
for Lee.
---Confederate
War Department clerk John Beauchamp Jones keeps in touch with the battle news
by telegraph, and offers a rather creative picture of what the Southern men
look like, considering that Jones has not set foot or eye on the scene around
Fredericksburg:
Burnside must have greatly superior numbers, or
else he is a great fool to precipitate his men into a plain, where every
Southern soldier is prepared to die, in the event of failure to conquer! There
is no trepidation here; on the contrary, a settled calm on the faces of the
people, which might be mistaken for indifference. They are confident of the
success of Lee, and really seem apprehensive that Burnside will not come over
and fight him in a decisive battle. We shall soon see, now, of what stuff
Burnside and his army are made. I feel some anxiety; because the destruction of
our little army on the Rappahannock might be the fall of Richmond. . . .
---The
ironclad USS Cairo, browsing the
waters of the lower Yazoo, hits a “torpedo” (water mine) and sinks
rapidly. Most of the crew escape, but
the ship goes directly to the bottom in short order.
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