Captain G, inspector general, Occhetto, ransom staff, a true type of the southern soldier, on horseback was galloping about the ground, giving orders here, and there, writing sometimes there’s a Yankee lion. The trees saved him from the Yankee pickets.

Soldier in the 49th said in the presence of captain G he believed the Yankees were surrounding us even if we did not get out of there pretty quick, we would all be killed or captured. Captain G drew his pistol and told him to repeat that and he would shoot him dead in his tracks. Captain G gallop down, and along our picket line up to the field on our right. And return in to the main line he was killed by one of our own men, it was said, who, mistaking him for a Yankee as his uniform, resembled a Yankee, shot him dead off his horse. The horse ran up on up to the lineÂ

When ordered back to the main line, we found everything ready for a battle at any time. The old flag that under the lead of Ramseur at Malvern Hill, Fleming, at Sharpsburg, McHaffey, at Fredericksburg; Davis at Stedman; the remnant of that flag, supported by a remnant of that Prado Regiment, was still there, and, standing by it was chip. Stuart, is faithful bearer. We reported to our companies and took our places in the ranks.  Who commanded all the sharpshooters at that time, acted adjutant.
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this was a busy day for Roulac, an 18 year old boy, but a veteran in the service. He had not only the sharpshooters and skirmishers to look after, but all the orders of the regimen also. This was too much for one man to do. The Yankees were the beginning to close around us. He turns the skirmishers over to Lieutenant Bowers, and acted exited for the regiment. Frequently, frequent reports were sent to General Pickett of the condition of affairs, but general Picketts answer in orders always were: hold the decision. After remaining a short time with the troops on the mainline, bowers ordered us out to the firing line again. We moved out to near our old Position , and sheltered as best we could behind the small trees. The Yankees greeted us with a shower of bullets as we moved in. My tree was so small. It left my shoulders exposed on both sides. Pink Collins was 10 feet from me behind another small tree. The Yankees had reinforce their picket line while we were gone and shed in the bullets in showers from there repeating carbines . Our lines were about 50 yards apart, and soon becoming warmed up by the spirit of the action and the fumes of gunpowder filling our nostrils, we shouted to each other and made the bullets fly. With daredevil recklessness, we stood behind our trees and shot at each other, like mad men, neither side, retreating or advancing. But made that made no difference , so long as we could hold our position. My treat was so small it did not protect me. Part of my body was exposed all the time. My enemy in front was behind a large tree, and was completely hidden and I could only see him when he looked around to shoot. our whole attention was directed to each other. He, he trying to kill me and I tried to kill him, thus we had it. I don’t know what I did for him, but he put several balls in my tree, making the bark fly in my face, and one threw my empty haversack hanging on my side , empty of rations, cutting a rabbit hole through a testament and Riedling, a new pair of socks, and one across my shoulder and grazing the skin, but not breaking it. Pink Collins, and Powell Cheryl both urged me to get away from there or I would be killed. Their own places were about as bad as mine , but they never thought of that. There was no place to go except running to the rear, and I would not do that., But I did the best I could best thing I could, and that was to lie flat on the ground behind another tree in and sit in a few more balls. My friend behind the big tree fired around her to more and then stopped, and it seemed as if by mutual consent both sides ceased firing along the picket line. Collins and I lay there sometime, listening add distance wiring along the lines fire to the left. With a terrific peel of Muska tree ring out in our rear and a shower of bullets, cut the twigs over our heads. Pink cones, brave little pig, the only time I saw him scared. Lord, God, he exclaimed our own men have opened us on us, and we are between the fires. I told him that firing was too distant for our line. I believed it was the enemy in our rear. The fire in gradually grew hotter, and we opened on the picket line again, and they had a sharp battle going on when Bowers ran in and ordered us back to the mainline at that time the battle is raging in rear in the bullets raining across the picket line of both friend and foe. The situation was desperate. What should we do? We were almost surrounded. We were like rats in a trap. The enemy in our front gradually sees firing, listening to their cameras, fighting in our area. We were rushed back to help hold , the mainline, leaving the picket line undefended. General Pickett, under whom we had served under whom we serve that day had given his orders ordered fight to the last. Ransoms old, veteran brigade would hold as long as any troops in the southern army, but we were out numbered 501. Our commanders, thinking it would be best to consolidate the troops was the reason why the sharpshooters and skirmishers were ordered back to the mainline. We fell back rapidly, but in good order, it took our places in the ranks column one ends ,
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the man in the 49ers were standing with their guns in their hands, solidly facing the rear ready for the harvest of death that was soon to come up in the field on our left the 24th and 25th. Regiment had been thrown out to some distance out some distance to meet the assault. They were standing out in the open field. Solid sheets of flame flashed out from their guns as they vainly strove to check the black cloud coming up . They were finally driven back to the Works, which they held until forced to surrender. A Virginia regiment led by its colonel on horseback, came swiftly down the line to where the 49ers was stationed, halted, and moved out in line, a battle towards the enemy. Up to that time, the Yankees had not appeared in strong force in front of the 49th. We were ordered to remain in the works and be ready for any emergency. The log and brush networks were about 3 feet high. Captain chambers kept the 49 as well in hand, dashing up and down the line with his naked sword in his hand, giving quick orders here and there , and telling us to hold the words to the last. A mini ball struck him in the head and knocked him almost senseless to the ground. With where presence of mine, he turned the command of the 49th over to Lieutenant Roulac with orders to hold a musician and was carried out on the litter through the only opening left by the enemy. Roulac commanded the Regiment but a short time. The Virginian soon came rushing back, followed by a heavy column of the enemy . They are, Colonel dashed up the line to breakneck speed on his horse, leaving his men to take care of themselves the Virginian’s, brave men they were, deserted by their kernel, fell in line with us, and together, we made our last stand at five Forks.
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General Warren‘s infantry force, 12,000 men, Tim charging in heavy mass information. The woods in our front , end fields on our left were full of them, shouting as they charged, boys, don’t shoot don’t shoot it will only be a needless waste of life, and we will overpower you anyway healing of their begging when they were the invaders in with the children of the south fighting for our native south land, we poured a merciless fire into their ranks. We could not stop them. The old 49th regiment did its best. The other regiments in Ransoms brigade did equally as well, but I don’t want to live 49th from the beginning until the end and ‘tis of the 49th that I write. Sons and daughters of this generous age, permit, in all southern soldier to write what he thinks! The shades of the gal rims herb, the impetuous Fleming, the useful Davis, in the host of the rank-and-file. Cheryl is gone, we’re looking down from the battlements of a heaven on the old, 49th inning/battle. But we could not hold them back like an avalanche. They rushed over the little breast, which shooting and knocking down with a bunch of their guns, all who would not surrender. The end had come. The old 49th Regiment was destroyed, it no longer had in organization. The brave old days with it were ended it was off duty forever.
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The battle of five force was over. General Pickett had 6000 men, 5000 were lost lost, the other thousand were scattered everywhere. The whole country on our right flank was then opened to the enemy, nothing between them, and the Southside railroad, the principal source of our supplies. Sheridan‘s Calvary dashed in and out and Dash in and cut the southside railroad and we had no troops to opposing. Grant was following up the flank movement was a heavy fours holding every for the ground captured and working toward the Appomattox river. After getting the river, he would’ve had General Lee’s army in a pocket. This compelled the actuation of both Petersburg and Richmond. General Lee left a few troops to hold the works as best they could, while he moves the main body of the river in the retreat. The troops in the trenches fought all night, but on the morning of 2 April, the Yankees broke the line in energy Petersburg. They shoot after entered Richmond and General Lee’s Grindelwald, army, hungry, weary, bleeding, and dying flatter way to Appomattox courthouse where, on the ninth day of April 1865 the end came.Â
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