Tomorrow is April 9. Right now, Edward O'Brien is retreating with the Union Army after its disastrous defeat at the Battle of Mansfield. The Red River campaign has turned into a fiasco, and the Confederates are pursuing the Union forces in order to inflict a death blow.
Around 5 in the afternoon tomorrow, Edward will fall while fighting in the vanguard at the Battle of Pleasant Hill. The actions of his regiment will save the day for the Union, and will allow an orderly retreat from the field.
Who is Edward O'Brien, and why am I writing about him?
The answers below the fold.
The patriarch of my mother's family was one Terrence O'Bryan, my great-great grandfather. Terrence and his younger brother Edward were not yet even ten years old when they disembarked from a coffin ship in Philadelphia. I have stood at the point near Malin Head, in County Donegal, Ireland, whence the ship had set sail. It was at the height of the Irish Great Famine. I don't know if the rest of the family ever got on the ship but died there, sent them on alone, or were already dead when the two boys got on the ship. But no other member disembarked in Philadelphia, and there is no record of any family left in Ireland.
Somehow, the boys survived, likely adopted or taken in by friends of the family living in Philadelphia. We know nothing of the boys until many years later, when they volunteered for the Union cause while living in Iowa. Terrence joined the Union navy; Edward mustered into the Iowa 14th Infantry Regiment.
The Iowa 14th was already a famous regiment, having been in the thick of the fight in the Hornet's Nest at Shiloh, finally compelled to surrender. Edward enlisted after that battle, and mustered into a new Company B, which replaced the original company B, the remnants of that decimated company having been transferred to the Iowa 41st. Edward was 18 years old at the time of enlistment. The Regiment was part of the so-called Iron Brigade, commanded by Colonel William Shaw, who was considered to be one of the most courageous of the Iowan officers in the war.
We have a nearly life-sized framed photograph of Edward in his dark private's uniform. It must have been taken shortly before he took the field. The portrait shows Edward from the waist up. He is very handsome, with jet-black hair, penetrating eyes, and a clean-shaven face. He looks out at us, proud and determined.
But tomorrow, Edward will die. April 9th 1864. Here is the report of Colonel Shaw on the battle at Pleasant Hill that day:
CAPTAIN: I have the honor to report that at 10 a.m., April 9, 1864, I was ordered to report with my brigade, consisting of the Fourteenth Iowa Infantry, Twenty-seventh Iowa Infantry, Thirty-second Iowa Infantry, and Twenty-fourth Missouri Infantry, to Major-General Banks. By him I was ordered to proceed with my command to the front, and report to Brigadier-General Emory, which I did at about 10.30 a.m. Brigadier-General Emory ordered me to relieve Brigadier-General McMillan, who was posted on the left of the Mansfield road and at right angles to it, in a dense thicket, with an old field in front dotted over with small pines. About 100 yards to his front and on his right were four guns of the Twenty.fifth New York Battery. Brigadier-General Dwight's command was posted on McMillan's right, and diagonally to his rear. On the right of the New York battery was a ridge, which completely commanded McMillan's whole line and the town, and which also covered the approach of the enemy. I therefore deemed it proper to occupy this ridge with the Twenty-fourth Missouri Infantry, and relieve General McMillan with the balance of my brigade. This was accordingly done and General McMillan retired. This left a gap on my left and also threw my right beyond General Dwight's support, but with this disadvantage I considered the position better than the one occupied by the troops I had relieved. At this time General Smith came up, to whom I pointed out the position of my forces, which was approved, except that he ordered me to move my main line farther to the right, which brought three companies of the Fourteenth Iowa in and on the right of the Mansfield road; this, consequently, left a greater gap on my left. General Emory was aware of the changes by my brigade, but I cannot learn that he gave any orders for a corresponding change of Dwight's brigade. General Emory at this time left the front, and I saw no more of him till after dark that night, these dispositions having brought Dwight's brigade in the rear of my second regiment, and nearly perpendicular to my line of battle.
At this time my skirmishers were heavily engaged, and an attack appeared imminent. I deemed it prudent to consult with General Dwight, as General Emory had left that part of the field, and I could neither find him or any of his staff. I accordingly went along the line of his brigade to the place where he had his brigade flag, but could neither find him nor any of his staff, when I was informed by some officers that they had seen an officer near a house in the rear, trying to get a tent pitched, whom they understood to be General Dwight. I accordingly rode to the place, and after much difficulty, I aroused an officer who was pointed out as his assistant adjutant-general. From him I learned that General Dwight was away, but said he would send me word as soon as he returned. After waiting some time, I again went to his headquarters, but was unable to learn where he could be found. The enemy's skirmishers had now (3 p.m.) passed my right, and my skirmishers were pressed so closely that it had become necessary to support them with another company. I again went in search of General Dwight, and this time found him after a great deal of difficulty. He appeared to understand my position, and promised to send the necessary support; this he not only failed to do, but withdrew farther to the rear. At about 4 p.m. General Stone rode to the front. I rode with him along my line, showing him the change that had been made from Emory's original line and the necessity of a corresponding change in Dwight's line. After examining this part of the field his remark was, "Your position is well chosen; it is admirable; it could not be better. I will see that your flanks are properly supported, for this position must be held at all hazards," and immediately passed to my rear, as supposed, to give the necessary orders, but no orders came. A few moments before 5 o'clock the enemy opened heavily on me with artillery, which was replied to feebly, for a few moments, by the Twenty-fifth New York Battery, when they limbered up and disgracefully left the field, leaving one caisson and one gun in the road, which were drawn off by Lieutenant Buell, of my staff. At the same time General Dwight fell entirely out of my sight to the rear. While my battery was leaving a dash was made by the enemy's cavalry to capture it, but they were so well received by the Fourteenth Iowa and Twenty-fourth Missouri that not a single man escaped, their leader, Colonel Bagley [Buchel], falling dead in the ranks of the Fourteenth Iowa. This attack was followed by their infantry, which advanced in two lines, extending beyond both my right and left. They advanced steadily and in good order across the open field in my front, until they got within easy range; then my whole line opened upon them, stopping their advance but not preventing them from replying vigorously to my fire, causing heavy loss. My men held their ground, keeping up a steady and well-directed fire, which soon compelled their first line to fall back in disorder. In the mean time fighting had commenced on my left, and our line to my left had fallen back, so as to enable the enemy to pass in rear of my left. They had also passed around my right and were firing on my flank, when their second line advanced, and I was again engaged along my whole front. At this time I received an order from General Smith to fall back, as the enemy was getting in my rear. My staff officers having all been dispatched to different officers for support, and being myself on the right of my brigade, I had to ride to the left in rear of my brigade to give the order to withdraw. The brush and timber was so thick I could scarcely see 10 paces as I passed down the line. I sent the order to Colonel Gilbert, Twenty-seventh Iowa, to fall back as soon as the regiment on his right should commence retreating. I then pushed on to give the necessary orders to Colonel Scott, Thirty-second Iowa, when I met the enemy's forces entirely in his rear, preventing me from communicating with him. I was therefore compelled to leave him to act without orders. Hurrying back to the right, I found the Twenty-fourth Missouri had been compelled to change its front to receive the attack from the right; also that the enemy was pressing my front with overwhelming numbers, the ammunition of the Fourteenth Iowa and Twenty-fourth Missouri nearly exhausted, Lieutenant-Colonel Newbold, commanding Fourteenth Iowa, shot dead, his adjutant mortally wounded. I therefore considered it necessary to give the orders to fall back to the three regiments with which I could communicate, leaving Colonel Scott, Thirty-second Iowa, to extricate himself as best he could. Owing to the heavy firing and great loss of officers in the Fourteenth Iowa and Twenty-fourth Missouri, I was compelled to give the orders to the men in person to fall back, which, together with the thick brush, caused a temporary confusion in their ranks, but they rapidly reformed and were ready again to meet the enemy, but night had set in and the fighting ceased. My men fought well, holding their ground till ordered to retire, and although my loss was three times that of any other brigade on the field, they were still in such condition that the commanding general saw fit to give them the responsible post of covering the retreat of the army, which commenced at 1 o'clock the next morning, and was accomplished in safety.
I have to report the loss of many valuable officers and men. Among them I will mention Lieutenant-Colonel Mix, Thirty-second Iowa, in whom the State has lost a valuable citizen and the army a good soldier; and Lieutenant-Colonel Newbold, commanding Fourteenth Iowa, a Christian gentleman, and a brave, industrious, and conscientious officer, whose loss to his regiment is irreparable. I cannot speak too highly of my regimental commanders. Of Col. John Scott, Thirty-second Iowa, it is sufficient praise to say that he is worthy to command the Thirty-second Iowa Infantry--a regiment which, after having been entirely surrounded and cut off from the rest of the command, with nearly one-half of its number either killed or wounded, among them many of their best and most prominent officers, successfully forced its way through the enemy's lines, and was in line ready and anxious to meet the enemy in less than thirty minutes. Of Colonel Gilbert, Twenty-seventh Iowa, and his regiment I can say that they did their whole duty. Although they had never been under fire before, they gave their fire with coolness and precision of veterans, and fully sustained the reputation of Iowa soldiers. Colonel Gilbert, although wounded early in the action, remained in command of his men until the fighting ceased. Of Lieutenant-Colonel Newbold, commanding Fourteenth Iowa, and his regiment, upon whose banners were inscribed Donelson, Shiloh, Siege of Corinth, and Corinth, they fully maintained the credit of a name already glorious in the annals of their country. To Major Fyan, Twenty-fourth Missouri, with his command and a detachment of Twenty-first Missouri (those heroes who had learned to fight under old Dave Moore), I cannot give too great praise for the successful manner in which they defended so long the important position that was assigned them--a position the most important in our whole line, and which, had it been defended less obstinately, might have endangered our whole army. The long list of killed and wounded, amounting to nearly 500, shows the desperate valor with which my men fought. My men were the first In the fight, the longest in the fight, and in the hardest of the fight, and were the last to leave the battle-field, and were ready and willing to remain and reap the fruits of a victory which they had so dearly purchased; but they were soldiers and must obey the orders of their superiors. To Captain Granger, Lieutenant Berg, and Lieutenant Buell, of staff, I return my warmest thanks for their able assistance during the action. My warmest gratitude is due to my orderly, Frederick Nolan, Company K, Fourteenth Iowa, for his constant presence whenever needed during the hottest of the action, and in the most exposed position.
In closing this report I have to state that, although under General Emory's orders, and the farthest advanced of any troops in the field, and skirmishing with the enemy for six hours before the attack commenced, I neither saw General Emory or any of his staff until after the fighting had ceased, nor was I able to find him, although I dispatched several messengers to him to report the situation of affairs. Inclosed herewith please find plan(*) of that part of the battlefield occupied by my brigade.
The commanding general Nathaniel P. Banks, already known for having run all the way across the Potomac to get away from Stonewall Jackson earlier in the war, elected to retreat after having won a Phyrric victory at Pleasant Hill. He left his dead and wounded soldiers on the field, in his haste to depart. The Red River campaign was effectively over. Edward, based on the records, must have been thrown into a mass grave by the Confederates.
I don't know if, after having been mustered out after the war, Terrence traveled down to Louisiana to recover his brother's body. It is unlikely. Terrence had invented some artillery weapons during the war, and had pocketed some money in the process. He moved to the Arizona territory, ultimately becoming the largest cattle rancher in Southeastern Arizona. He then founded the Graham County Bank, which was the ultimate predecessor of what became the largest bank in Arizona. Late in life, Terrence moved to Santa Cruz, California to join a religious cult, and ended up committing suicide, after having endured the pain of his Civil War wounds for decades. That, and the effect on the family of his suicide, are another story.
We can never know what might have become of Edward, what he might have accomplished if he had survived the war. All we know of him is the glint in his eye, and that he fell fighting in the vanguard to save his army.
There is a re-enactment of the Battle of Pleasant Hill, held every year on or about the anniversary date of April 9. If you look on YouTube, you will find several clips showing aspects of the re-enactment. For those of you who are Civil War buffs, the re-enactment is unique. As the battlefield is actually on private land, the re-enactment is held on the actual battlefield; civic authorities do not allow such an event to occur in other cases. And there is a pageant every year, with a young woman crowned as the Queen of the Battle of Pleasant Hill. If your are in Louisiana this weekend, hop on over to Pleasant Hill for the festivities.
I hope to be there some day, standing in the crowd as the faux forces surge at each other. To stand on that sacred ground where my great-great-great uncle breathed his last. To reflect on what happened, and what might have been. I have a feeling that the Reb' descendants would welcome me, as one of that rare breed of Union children who still honor their ancestors with the same fervor that they do.