ArcticAvenue
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Lieutenant Shepard gritted his teeth through another burn of pain up his left side, and squinted in hopes the men wouldn’t see. He pushed his foot down harder onto the stirrup so that just the stretch of it would ease the fire in his muscles, and slowly as he lifted his toe the searing feel of it would subside. Blinded by the sharpness of the spasm, it’s relief meant he once more had to correct his horse and right it down the road. In this unseasonably hot late spring day, it was all he could do to maintain his body on top of his steed, lest risk falling to the ground with a cramp.
Yet, Benjamin wasn’t about to let such pain be the source of any attention. Not on this day.
His infantry regiment was on orders to move through the area Northeast from where the day was won in Shiloh the week before. Their objective was to clear reported Rebel supporters and skirmishers from the area around a railhead. After a day’s journey without much trouble, they moved towards where a scout said a line of skirmishers were heading. The skirmishers turned out to be cavalry, cavalry that had known his regiment were coming. His men struggled by the fast moving horsemen and his regiment was torn to pieces. After a scattered retreat and regroup, Lieutenant Shepard slowly had to accept he was now leading no more than 50 men in a hostile area. While it did not take long to reach this place, what was left of the men were tired, injured, hungry, and beaten. Simple cramps in one’s leg would be laughable compared to that of the brave soldiers who remained by his side.
“Light’s fading, sir,” came a voice from behind him on ground level. “One of our scouts said he seen him a farm ahead he did. Might be a place we can camp.” Benjamin recognized it as the old grizzly man that was as much a confidant as he was a soldier. The man was a godsend, since this was Benjamin's first full commission and officer training can only teach a man of 25 years so much.
“True enough, Sergeant Kearny,” he replied trying to sound more strong than he probably looked. “But we must be ready for another ambush. Find out where this farm is at, and we will bring the men up to where the road meets it before we head straight there.
Benjamin felt the twinge in his back once more rush up his side. The cramping was likely from the long hours sitting in the saddle. He was a lean man, taller than many in his unit and that has some of the affect on him when days are long like this. His size helped with his command, as he had a boyish face he kept shaven -- something his sister told him brought out the handsomeness of his green eyes and sandy blonde hair. Yet these days heading through the Tennessee woods trying to meet up with the rest of the army even left this officer struggling to maintain the decorum of the rank.
Hand signals went out down the line ahead, and men crouched or moved of the road. Noting the concern on many of them, Lieutenant Shepard dismounted, left his horse with a private, and creeped up the ranks to see what was ahead.
Sargent Kearny was there standing at hedge before an open field. He was whispering to two of the younger boys, those he relied on for scouts. As Benjamin creeped closer, Kearny looked back and filled his superior in. “There it be, Lieutenant. The farm the boys told me about.”
Benjamin raised his field glasses and looked across the open land what looked to be the main farmhouse. He could see a candle lit in the front room, the first time he realized it had turned so dark that such a thing was needed. He spotted some movement, not clear whom or how many was inside. What he didn’t see was signs of horses for cavalry, or the ground worn down by foot traffic. Even so, the way the road moved to the house meant it was quite possible his regiment could approach, make camp, and not be spotted by passer bys. Not that he wishes for trouble when at this place, just that trouble wouldn’t seem to find them. “What do you suppose, Sargeant? Mind we be neighborly and introduce ourselves?”
He laughed at the comment, “Right, Lieutenant. Maybe we arrive just in time for pudding.”
Lieutenant Shepard gritted his teeth through another burn of pain up his left side, and squinted in hopes the men wouldn’t see. He pushed his foot down harder onto the stirrup so that just the stretch of it would ease the fire in his muscles, and slowly as he lifted his toe the searing feel of it would subside. Blinded by the sharpness of the spasm, it’s relief meant he once more had to correct his horse and right it down the road. In this unseasonably hot late spring day, it was all he could do to maintain his body on top of his steed, lest risk falling to the ground with a cramp.
Yet, Benjamin wasn’t about to let such pain be the source of any attention. Not on this day.
His infantry regiment was on orders to move through the area Northeast from where the day was won in Shiloh the week before. Their objective was to clear reported Rebel supporters and skirmishers from the area around a railhead. After a day’s journey without much trouble, they moved towards where a scout said a line of skirmishers were heading. The skirmishers turned out to be cavalry, cavalry that had known his regiment were coming. His men struggled by the fast moving horsemen and his regiment was torn to pieces. After a scattered retreat and regroup, Lieutenant Shepard slowly had to accept he was now leading no more than 50 men in a hostile area. While it did not take long to reach this place, what was left of the men were tired, injured, hungry, and beaten. Simple cramps in one’s leg would be laughable compared to that of the brave soldiers who remained by his side.
“Light’s fading, sir,” came a voice from behind him on ground level. “One of our scouts said he seen him a farm ahead he did. Might be a place we can camp.” Benjamin recognized it as the old grizzly man that was as much a confidant as he was a soldier. The man was a godsend, since this was Benjamin's first full commission and officer training can only teach a man of 25 years so much.
“True enough, Sergeant Kearny,” he replied trying to sound more strong than he probably looked. “But we must be ready for another ambush. Find out where this farm is at, and we will bring the men up to where the road meets it before we head straight there.
Benjamin felt the twinge in his back once more rush up his side. The cramping was likely from the long hours sitting in the saddle. He was a lean man, taller than many in his unit and that has some of the affect on him when days are long like this. His size helped with his command, as he had a boyish face he kept shaven -- something his sister told him brought out the handsomeness of his green eyes and sandy blonde hair. Yet these days heading through the Tennessee woods trying to meet up with the rest of the army even left this officer struggling to maintain the decorum of the rank.
Hand signals went out down the line ahead, and men crouched or moved of the road. Noting the concern on many of them, Lieutenant Shepard dismounted, left his horse with a private, and creeped up the ranks to see what was ahead.
Sargent Kearny was there standing at hedge before an open field. He was whispering to two of the younger boys, those he relied on for scouts. As Benjamin creeped closer, Kearny looked back and filled his superior in. “There it be, Lieutenant. The farm the boys told me about.”
Benjamin raised his field glasses and looked across the open land what looked to be the main farmhouse. He could see a candle lit in the front room, the first time he realized it had turned so dark that such a thing was needed. He spotted some movement, not clear whom or how many was inside. What he didn’t see was signs of horses for cavalry, or the ground worn down by foot traffic. Even so, the way the road moved to the house meant it was quite possible his regiment could approach, make camp, and not be spotted by passer bys. Not that he wishes for trouble when at this place, just that trouble wouldn’t seem to find them. “What do you suppose, Sargeant? Mind we be neighborly and introduce ourselves?”
He laughed at the comment, “Right, Lieutenant. Maybe we arrive just in time for pudding.”