After the brigade had fallen back to the haven of some trees on the edge of the fields, Colonel Chandler stopped Colonel Weld of the 56th Massachusetts.
“Weld, what are you going to do?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Weld replied.
“I am going to rally my men and try to make a stand,” said Chandler.
“I will join you,” said Weld.
The two colonels found about fifty men apiece, and as they were forming them for a countercharge, General William Mahone’s rangy Confederates came out from seemingly nowhere and got within forty yards of the Yankee boys, giving them a volley that tore them to shreds. Colonel Chandler fell from his horse, mortally wounded, and Colonel Weld was scratched on his side by a glancing Minié ball.
– from Mother, May You Never See the Sights I Have Seen