December 6, 1864
This letter was printed in the Western Enterprise at Anson, Texas on September 12, 1913. The newspaper states; "We herewith copy a letter written by our fellow townsman, Judge C. J. Munroe, to his sister Mrs. Margaret Munroe, while he was busily engaged entertaining the Yanks during the war";
In camp near Nashville, Tenn.
December 6th, 1864
Miss M.C. Munroe,
We received your kind letter yesterday. I was glad to hear that you were all in tolerable health, but I was sorry to hear that our neighbors boys were doing so bad. Margaret, in this letter I have to communicate the very sad and heart rendering intelligence of Williams death. He was killed on the night of the 30th November whit noble battling for his country's rights. In the sorrow and distress that will prevade his as well as our home, let me console you by saying that he died at his post. He had charged and taken one line of the enemy's breastworks, when they fell back to another line about 40 yards in the rear; the order was given to charge, when William, Bud, and myself and Robt. Street was all of our company that crossed the breastworks. We crossed over into the ditch, and seeing that no person else was coming, we was obliged to sit down in the ditch to protect ourselves, but the ditch was not deep enough to shelter us. He was struck just under the right eye, the ball ranging down and coming out between his shoulders. He did not speak when he was shot. I did not know that he was killed for sometime after it was done. Our color bearer was the only man between me and him, but it was very dark and I could not see. After it was done, I sat in the ditch and shot for some time. I then crawled back across the breastworks, when I met up with Bud, and he told me of it. As soon as I could, I crawled back to where he was and straightened him out. I got all of his things that I could carry. This was done about midnight, and we buried him the next day at 10 o'clock. We did the best for him that we could.
I will now attempt to give you a description of our travel since we left Florence, Ala.. Nothing worth noting occured until we got to Colombia, Tenn., 25 miles from this place. There we encountered the Yanks about 20 thousand strong, but made a flank movement, there by causing them to retreat without a fight. From there they fell back to Franklin, where they made another stand. We came up about two hours by the sun on the evening of 30th Nov. The line was formed in a few minutes. Bates' Division, French's Division, and Cleburne's Division led the way. Our Division was to support Bates. We drove them from one line of works and had charged them in the second line, but his ammunition being exhausted, we was ordered up to take his place. We rushed upon them and drove them from their position. It was then that William was killed. We lay there and fought them about 2 hours when they took advantage of the darkness and withdrew their force in the direction of Nashville. We lost a good many men, but not as many as the enemy. We also captured a great amount of prisoners. We lay there until the 2nd day of Dec., when we moved up and formed around Nashville. We have very good works here. I think it we fight here we will do it in our own way. The Yanks are shelling us all the time, but are doing no damage. We are living very well at the present time, getting plenty of pork and bread, turnips and cabbage, this is undoubtly the best country I ever saw. The people live better here than they ever did in our county.
I forgot to say that William Harrell was slightly wounded in the hand. Powell Smith was wounded in the hip, but not severe, William Lowery in the hand. Our regiment lost only one killed and thirteen wounded.
I have stood our march very well; a great deal better than I expected to. Bud stands it extremely well.
If you see any of Hutchington's people, you can tell them that Press is well; he is with us now.
Margaret, I will close. Write often, for it gives us great pleasure to hear from you. Kiss the children for me, I remain your loving brother.
P.S. Bud sends you some Yankee needles, which was captured at Franklin.