Ken, I did a couple of searches in the Richmond Daily Dispatch [http://dlxs.richmond.edu/d/ddr/] for color bearers which yielded these hits.
Further searching for "Color Sergeant" yields 11 hits, and "Color Corporal," another 5.
The Richmond Daily Dispatch: June 2, 1862.
Fourth North Carolina State Troops.--This regiment was in the severe engagement on Saturday, and lost many officers and men. It went into the fight under the leadership of its Colonel, G. B. Anderson. We append the following partial list of the casualties occurring amongst the officers of the regiment:
John Waddell, company C, 4th North Carolina State Troops, wounded in arm; Color bearer of regiment, killed;
The Daily Dispatch: June 7, 1862.
Company E, 26th Georgia Regiment--Killed: M J Murphy, color bearer;
The Daily Dispatch: June 12, 1862.
38th Virginia, Color Bearer R McDowell, (killed;)
The Daily Dispatch: June 13, 1862.
casualties in the 14th Georgia Regiment, in the battle of the 31st of May
Company G, (Yancey Independents,) Captain T T Mounger commanding — Killed: Corporal James J Goodman (regimental color bearer)
The Daily Dispatch: July 2, 1862
List of killed and wounded is the 11st Alabama regiment in of the 27th June
Company C.--Killed: J B Maxwell, (color bearer.)
The Daily Dispatch: October 9, 1862
Fell in battle, on the 17th September, 1862, near Sharpsburg, Md., Edward Garland Sednor, of Co G. (Nottoway Gravs.) 18th Reg't Va. Vols., Longstreet's division, and son of Rev. Thousas W. Sydnor, aged 19 years.
Garland was at Columbian Collage, Washington city, when the present war broke out, but hastened home and immediately enlisted with those who were preparing to defend their country. Commencing with the first great battle at Manassas, he distinguished himself in every engagement which his division entered into, down to the one in which he rect his death. In the second battle of Manassas, when the color bearer → was wounded he seized the standard before it touched the ground and bore it bravely through the day. On the 11th Sept., near Bochsbero, the ← color bearer was killed, and he again carried the colors during the battle.--So gallantly did he act, that in the battle of Sharpsburg the flag was entrusted to him, though not belonging to the color company. Here also his career ended. With that flag in his grasp, he was struck by a shell on his head and in a few minutes breathed his last.
The Daily Dispatch: May 19, 1863.
Died, near Chancellorsville, Sunday, May 3d, 1863, of wounds received the day previous, at the battle of Chancellorsville, Jno Pinkney Waddy Color Bearer, twenty-third regiment Virginia volunteers, oldest son of Garland T and Sophia A Waddy, and grandson of Jordan Pleasants, dec'd, in the 27th year of his age.
When clouds prophetic of war began to collect upon the South young Waddy was among the first to enroll his name in defence of his home. Sundering the ties which bound him to loved ones there, he eagerly went forth to battle for liberty, and nobly, thrice nobly, did he perform his part in the thrilling scenes that succeeded. He participated in every campaign in which his regiment was engaged, and was never absent when the painful realities of battle tested the true soldier. At the battles of McDowell and Cedar Run his gallant bearing attracted the attention of every officer and man in his brigade, and all joined in praise of his high valor. Wherever danger was most he was seen urging the men on to fresh deeds of glory. A member of his company told me that, a short time before he was shot, he saw him thirty yards in advance of the regiment, proudly waving his flag, and heard him say, "Come on, boys, come on; we will take that battery!" He had passed through so many battles without being seriously hurt, his friends fondly hoped he would live to receive the reward of gallantry so justly due; but alas! the insatiate archer came, and in this sad dispensation the Confederate States lose a brave fearless, and patriotic soldier, his regiment a gallant member, that had become dear to it because of his many noble and manly qualities.--His personal character was above all praise — of an amiability which had no fends, of a candor which had no concealment, and a warmth of temper which made him a friend to all; he was loved by all who knew him, praised by all who spoke his name. But why seek to enumerate his many virtues! he has gone where flattery can never soothe the dull, cold ear. Although no sister's hand soothed his dying pillow, nor mother kissed his pallid cheek, yet the want of tender nursing was replaced by the warmth of devoted friendship which characterized his fellow comrades. His remains were brought to his home in Louis a county and interred in the family burying ground. But what pencil can picture, or pen describe the sorrow which now pervades the family circle at home? Blighted hopes, severed ties, buried anticipations, bleeding hearts, pouring forth from fountains full to gushing their sad lamentations at griefs sacred shrine. But no, there is a balm from the cold sepulchre of death. "He fell where duty called him;" he split freely his life's blood in defence of his native land, and its voice calls aloud upon the men of his country to imitate his noble example, Sleep peacefully, young warrior, in thy narrow bed; the sound of the bugle can no more call "to arms," the roaring of musketry, nor booming of cannon, cannot disturb thy sweet repose. Thou art dead, brave soldier, but the laurels thou hast won in hard-fought battles can never die, but will be handed down as a rich inheritance to posterity. Thou hast fallen on the gory battle-field, where men contend for right; then hast yielded up thy young life a willing sacrifice on the altar of thy country. Farewell, friend Waddy, farewell. The playmate of my childhood, the friend of my maturer years, is gone! No more shall I feel the warm pressure of thy hand, nor hear the sweet sound of thy gentle voice.
We cannot hope to comfort his afflicted family, who mourn his untimely late. We pause lest we invade the holy sanctuary of domestic grief. This is an anguish too deep for consolation, yet to the heart-stricken old mother we would any, look away from the mouldering dust of earth to a home of eternal joy. Let us trust that Him, the Great Restorer, will bind up their broken hearts, and hope with its whispering tell will tell of a happy reunion.
The Daily Dispatch: May 19, 1864.
Fell, mortally wounded, in a charge on the enemy's works, at the battle of Drewry's Bluff, on Monday last, George Edward Goddin, in the 22d year of his age, color bearer of co. A., Capt. Haslewood, 15th Va. regiment.
Another martyr to the cause of liberty, another hero to be dock Virginia's Roll of Honor, has been added to the long list of gallant spirits sacrificed in the cause of the South.
At the commencement of the war the subject of this sketch, though then but a stripling, shouldered his musket and entered the field of strife. Performing faithfully the duties incident to the peninsula campaign, he has steadily remained at his post, never complaining of the hardships, though always expecting to yield his life in battle. On Monday last, while gallantly bearing aloft the colors of his command, after having his clothes pierced by several bullets, he was mortally wounded in the abdomen, and sank to the earth bereft of manhood's strength, but unshaken in devotion to the cause. During that afternoon he was brought to this city and placed in the Winder Hospital, where every attention was paid him, but to no avail. To his eldest sister he spoke encouragingly, and after exhorting her not to grieve, but to bear his love to a younger sister and brother, he professed a willingness to die, and about 8 o'clockTuesdaymorning his noble spirit took its everlasting flight. As a kind and affectionate brother, his sisters and brother will mourn him — as a warm hearted, constant friend, his associates will deeply regret him — as a gallant and faithful soldier, his companions in arms will miss him. He has finished his work here, and has taken a seat in the higher realms of eternity, where all who love must strive to meet him.