The Battle of Gettysburg has been chronicled extensively, almost from the moment the guns fell silent late on July 3, 1863. And while Walt Whitman once wrote that “The real war will never get in the books”, I feel closer to an understanding of the Civil War experience when I read books by veterans who experienced campaigns and battles of the American Civil War and lived long enough to tell their stories. And a good example of a book that provides an effective setting-forth of that sort of battlefield experience is Frank Aretas Haskell’s The Battle of Gettysburg.
Haskell, a Wisconsinite who graduated from Dartmouth College and practiced law in Madison, went to war as a first lieutenant in the 6th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry, a regiment that was part of the Union’s famed Iron Brigade. From an adjutancy with the 6th Wisconsin, Haskell moved to a position of higher trust, as aide-de-camp to General John Gibbon, commander of the Iron Brigade. Before Gettysburg, he had fought with the Army of the Potomac at several of the major battles of the Civil War in the East – Second Bull Run, Antietam, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville. By the time the army arrived at Gettysburg, therefore, Haskell was an exceedingly well-informed observer of and participant in Civil War battle action; and his position as aide-de-camp to General Gibbon placed him at the center of some of the battle’s fiercest moments.
Describing the Army of the Potomac’s long northward trek toward Gettysburg, Haskell displays his classical erudition when looking back at the army’s long marches through the dust and rain of late June 1863: “‘Haec olim meminisse juvabit.’ We did not then know this. I mention [these circumstances] now, that you may see that in those times we had several matters to think about, and to do, that were not as pleasant as sleeping upon a bank of violets in the shade” (p. 10). The Latin quote, in case you were wondering, is from Virgil’s Aeneid; early in the poem, after Aeneas and his men have successfully escaped from burning Troy, Aeneas assures his weary men that “Perhaps someday it will give you joy to remember even these things.”
No doubt, as he was on the march, Haskell was hoping that he would live to look back on whatever awaited the army at Gettysburg – to remember, with some touch of joy, even the difficult things from his wartime experience. At least, as he remarks with satisfaction, there was one reason for the Union soldiers to move toward battle with some measure of guarded optimism: General Joe Hooker, who had led the Union to defeat at Chancellorsville, had been removed from command; and “The Providence of God had been with us – we ought not to have doubted it – General Meade commanded the Army of the Potomac” (p. 11).
As aide-de-camp to General Gibbon, the commander of II Corps, Haskell participated in the Union defense against Pickett’s Charge, the massive infantry charge against the Union center ordered by Confederate commander Robert E. Lee on July 3, the battle’s third and final day. It should be no surprise, therefore, that some of the most moving passages in The Battle of Gettysburg are those in which Haskell relates his memories of that day.
He recalls, for example, the emotions that he felt when he was awakened by General Gibbon on the morning of July 3: “[T]here were palpable evidences to my reason that to-day was to be another of blood. Oh! For a moment the thought of it was sickening to every sense and feeling. But the motion of my horse as I galloped over the crest a few minutes later, and the serene splendor of the morning now breaking through rifted clouds and spreading over the landscape, soon reassured me” (p. 53). He doesn’t pretend to have been fearless; instead, he acknowledges the process by which a good soldier summons the courage with which to face battle. I appreciated his honesty.
Haskell also describes well the feelings of suspense among the Union soldiers at the center of the Gettysburg line as they faced Pickett’s Charge on July 3. Like many other Unionists who recorded their impressions of the war and its battles, Haskell seems to have respected the battlefield courage of his Confederate enemies, even as he despised the secessionist cause for which the rebels fought. Speaking of a crucial moment in the rebel charge, when the Confederate artillery had been silenced but the rebel infantry continued with the charge, Haskell recalls that “no charging shout rings out to-day, as is the Rebel wont; but the courage of these silent men amid our shots seems not to need the stimulus of other noise.” Struck on the right flank by heavy fire from a Vermont regiment, “The gray lines do not halt or reply, but withdrawing a little from that extreme, they still move on” (p. 77).
And Haskell conveys eloquently the alarm he felt when a retreat along part of the Union line made it seem for a time that Pickett’s rebels might actually be able to achieve their dearly sought breakthrough: “The larger portion of Webb’s brigade – my God, it was true – there by the group of trees and the angles of the wall, was breaking from the cover of their works, and, without orders or reason, with no hand lifted to check them, was falling back, a fear-stricken flock of confusion! The fate of Gettysburg hung upon a spider’s single thread!” (p. 78)
Racing back and forth on horseback between the lines, Haskell encouraged the Union soldiers to return to their place in the line and remain resolute; and generals like Winfield Scott Hancock praised the part that Haskell played in preventing that part of the Union line from disintegrating at a crucial moment. Yet Haskell downplays his own heroism on that day, as if not wanting to draw attention to himself. His modesty wins the reader’s admiration.
Looking back at the Union repulse of Pickett’s Charge, and at the overall Union victory at Gettysburg, Haskell praises General Meade’s leadership during the battle, defending him from the accusations of those who felt that Meade did not pursue Lee vigorously enough during Lee’s retreat from Gettysburg to the Potomac River. At the same time, he makes clear his feelings about those fellow Unionists that he believes failed to uphold the honor of the Stars and Stripes.
Of the Union 11th Corps, for example, Haskell writes that “The 11th Corps behaved badly; but I have yet to learn the occasion when, in the opinion of any save their own officers and themselves, the men of this corps have behaved well on the march or before the enemy” (p. 100) And he excoriates the poor generalship of Dan Sickles, the politician-turned-general who, against orders, led the Union III Corps forward into the Peach Orchard on the second day at Gettysburg. Through his recklessness, Sickles needlessly sacrificed the lives of many good Union soldiers and endangered the entire Union line. And Haskell, who elsewhere calls Sickles “a man after show and notoriety, and newspaper fame, and the adulation of the mob” (p. 33), is unsparing in his verdict regarding Sickles’s performance as a corps commander:
I know, and have heard, of no bad conduct or blundering on the part of any officer, save that of Sickles, on the 2nd of July, and that was so gross, and came so near being the cause of irreparable disaster, that I cannot discuss it with moderation. I hope the man may never return to the Army of the Potomac, or elsewhere, to a position where his incapacity, or something worse, may bring fruitless destruction to thousands again. (p. 100)
Promoted once again, this time to colonel, and given command of the 36th Wisconsin Infantry, Haskell died leading his troops at the Battle of Cold Harbor on June 3, 1864. He was just 35 years old. That knowledge gives a certain pathos to the young officer’s remarks about the Battle of Gettysburg.
Originally printed as a pamphlet – and, in the case of one edition, selectively edited to remove Haskell’s criticisms of Dan Sickles’s poor generalship -- The Battle of Gettysburg was published in unexpurgated form, in 1908, by the Wisconsin History Commission, Haskell’s The Battle of Gettysburg is a fine and valuable memoir of the battle, set down by a participant who played an important role in that battle – but who, sadly, did not live to see the final victory of the Union cause that he represented so well.