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John Jefferson Parsons Papers - MMS 1826
Camp New Creek, Virginia
January 24, 1862
In compliance with your request I attempt to give my friends, through the columns of the journal, an idea of the movements and the whereabouts of the 67th Ohio.
On Sunday morning, January 19, at 9 o'clock, the long roll was beaten and we by previous orders, being all packed, with two days rations in our haversacks, fell into line and took up our march for Columbus. We were escorted by the excellent brass band of the 58th Ohio; and as the music of Hail Columbia rang in our ears, our hearts beat in gratitude to God and our forefathers, and our desires were to "conquer or die." After arriving at the state capitol, four companies of us were paid off to wit: companies E, D, H and B. Here let me say a word for the kindness of our worthy governor, David Tod. While the men were being paid, the governor told the boys that if they wished to send their money home, they could leave it with him and he would be responsible for its safe delivery to those to whom consigned, and I was greatly and agreeably surprised to find so many who remember their kind friends at home, and showed the same by sending them the most of their earnings. After we were paid, we took the cars (about 7 p.m.) for Bellaire, on the Ohio river, about five miles below Wheeling, where we arrived at 7 o'clock Monday morning and proceeded immediately to cross the Ohio by ferry boat to Benwood, Virginia. Here we took possession of about 20 freight cars as barracks and remained until the next morning at 3 o'clock, when the water having risen so high, we were obliged to move down the river about a mile. Here we pitched our new tents for the first time. Our camp was on a beautiful but small piece of ground, commanding a fine view of the river and neighboring hills. We had just about got our tents erected and ourselves comfortably "fixed" in our new home, when at 6 o'clock, Wednesday evening, we received orders to prepare two days rations, and be ready to take the cars for Romney. On account of some of the companies not receiving their pay, they refused to go farther. The regiment was then drawn up in line, and after forming a hollow square, listened to a thrilling speech delivered by Lieutenant Colonel Voris; after which every man showed himself willing to go and meet the rebels, and commenced striking tents immediately, and at 2 o'clock, Thursday morning, we were all on our way for the land of Secesh. Thursday afternoon, we switched off and waited an hour for the mail train, which would otherwise meet us on single track.
While waiting, the boys went to an old farmer who lived nearby, and finding him to a secesh, they took from him his rifle, six brooms, two gallons of grape preserves, one rice pudding, a pitch fork, about a dozen chickens, and after threatening him pretty hard made him give three cheers for the Union. We arrived at this place, some 18 miles west of Romney, this morning at 4 o'clock. We were obliged to run very slow last night. The 5th and 29th Ohio are here, and others so that now in one hours time 20,000 men can be concentrated at this place. We are guarding the road at this point to prevent the rebels from cutting off our supplies. The pickets of the enemy are within five miles of us at present, and this afternoon 17 of our cavalry drove back 37 of the rebel cavalry, wounding one of them but failed to take them, the enemy having the best horses.
The country here presents and interesting appearance to the boys of Wood county. While encamped on the south side of the north branch of the Potomac, we behold the mountains of Maryland on the north and the mountains of Virginia on the south. The ground here in the valley is unfrozen while in sight on the mountains the snow is quite visible, and the pines are leaning under their burdens.
The boys are all well and in good spirits, none having died except one H. McMillen ( Private Hugh McMullen of Company K) of Toledo, who died suddenly from the effects of whiskey at Benwood. He was supposed to be sleeping, but when the boys attempted to wake him, he was found to be dead. More anon.
Camp Chase, Paw Paw, Virginia
February 24, 1862
Once more, by permission of Providence, from the hills of Virginia, we cast in our mite to the Journal, for the benefit of our friends in Wood county. Since last writing, General Lander's command (of which we are a part), has done but little in the way of fighting, but never yet failed in performing it's duty in holding its position along the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, from New Creek to Hancock, and in one instance routing the rebels at Bloomery. On the 13th of this month, some seven or eight regiments including the 67th Ohio, took up march on the Winchester road at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. The 13th Indiana and our regiment being in the rear, after marching about five miles, it was ascertained that the two rear regiments were to take a different route from the other part of the command, in order to cut off the enemy in their retreat, but having passed the road two miles back, we were obliged to return to said road, and by this means lost four miles of hard labor up and down those high hills. We them marched on until 3 o'clock in the morning, when we came to a halt, stacked arms, and without building fires or making any noise, we laid ourselves down on the damp ground, and from the effects of our tiresome march of 16 miles, soon fell asleep. At 5, we were noiselessly called to arms, and resumed our march, wading the Little Cacapon, which was about 30 inches deep and very cold. We soon stepped, however, and consecrated about 1,000 secesh rails to our own comforts. Here we learned that our gallant general had routed the enemy without our aid, killing 13 and capturing 54 prisoners, including 13 commissioned officers, the general taking three of said officers without other help.
At 3 o'clock p.m., we started back for camp, arriving at midnight. Many of the boys, having fell out by the way, and did not get in until the next day. This being our first march of any account, a great many of the boys were tired out, and some are yet unable to perform duty. Among the sick of Company H from Perrysburg, who are at present in the hospital at Cumberland, are the following: Private Robert S. Davidson of Webster Twp., Private Albert Griffin, Private Austin Fowler of Plain Twp., Private Frederick Hartman of Plain Twp., Private James F. Payne, of the same place, Private Stephen J. Rinkicker of Portage Twp., Privates John and Martin Wikle of Henry Twp. Private William Haney has returned and looks well. Second Lieutenant John C. Albert and Sergeant Henry Wygant are not drowned as some of the Perrysburg friends supposed, neither taken prisoners, never having been out on a scout except when the regiment went.
The part of the country where we are encamped is very muddy and unhealthy, and at present the 67th only reports 300 men fit for duty, Company H being as highly favored with good health as any in the regiment.
The anniversary of the 22nd was duly appreciated, and regarded here by the command. General Lander reviewed the different regiments, making a brief but thrilling speech to each. He spoke very highly of the 67th, saying that he had never heard of any misconduct in its member, and he was proud of it. He is a man whose appearance and style of speech commands the respect and best wishes of all the men, and one whom we would all be ready to follow in battle.
We are blessed with the daily papers every two or three days, from which we occasionally get the news of the success of our army at various points, and the boys are getting uneasy for fear of not having an opportunity to try their hands in this warfare. Our thanks to the ladies of Toledo, for a splendid banner, and the ladies of Columbus, for many favors before leaving there. Also to Mrs. Root, of Plain, for the nice blankets presented us, which adds much to our comfort these cold damp nights. While we have such kind friends at home, we stand ready and willing to fight or die, if need be, for the protection of their homes and ours. Long may the Union stand, and the flag float over the land of the free and home of the brave.
March 13, 1862
Friends in Wood County:
The 67th Ohio finds itself tonight camped on a most beautiful spot of ground under and in fair view of the Jackson-deserted breastworks, built for the defense of the noted city of Winchester. It is the second in position in the First Brigade of General Shields' division.
We left Paw Paw on the fifth inst., at 3 o'clock p.m. by railroad, but after getting to Back Creek, we found that we were elected for pack horses, for the very good reason that the Confederate patriots had blown up the bridge, and torn up the track, from Back Creek to Harper's Ferry, and accordingly, after loading ourselves with about 50 pounds each, including our rifles, we took up our line of march for Martinsburg, a distance of 15 miles, where we arrived on the 7th at 1 a.m., having made the march in 22 hours. On arriving our first object was to try and find a resting place, and if I am nor mistaken, Company H was not slow in securing one-half of the catholic church, each man taking a pew for a bedstead, and in 20 minutes we were all sleeping finely. The morning came, and we all found that without a doubt, we had once in Virginia attended church. We quartered in Martinsburg until the 11th. While there, I visited the residence of Charles James Faulkner, the noted rebel, and as I stood in one of those beautiful walks in the yard in front of the old home of General Elijah Boyd (father-in-law of Faulkner), my wonder was that a man of pretended sense could sacrifice that once happy home for the charms of secessia. I also visited the tomb of General Boyd, and while in the cemetery, my attention was drawn to a peculiar tomb made so by the beauty of the inscription which reads as follows:
HOLMES A. CONRAD - HENRY T. CONRAD
Christian brothers lie buried here, side by side, as they fell in battle, July 21, 1861
Brother in arms, in faith,
Brothers in youth full bloom,
Brothers in life, brothers in death;
Brothers in one same tomb.
Well fought they the good fight,
In death their victory won,
Sprung at one bound to heaven's light,
And God's eternal Son.
These young men were in the rebel army, and perished from the effects of the same shot, at the battle of Bull Run; not withstanding this, they were undoubtedly Christians and have gone to their reward, for in death they prayed, embracing each other and together fell asleep in Jesus. It was here, also, at and about Martinsburg, where the rebels did such injury to the property of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, tearing up the entire track from Back creek to Harper's Ferry, and drawing 13 locomotives across the country to Winchester by horses. At this place I counted 45 engines, around which they had piled coal and wood and then fired it, rendering them almost useless.
The people here told us that Jackson made many of them believe that if the Yankees should get possession, their first work would be to murder the women and children and burn their houses; but they were much surprised when our officers placed sentinels at every business house for the protection of the property within.
There are many Union people at Martinsburg. After we took possession, there were over 200 men returned to their homes who had been driven away by the rebels.
On the 11th at 7 a.m., with three days rations, we strapped our knapsacks, shouldered our guns, and started for this place; marched to Bunker Hill by 4 p.m., made some coffee, and rested until 9 in the evening, when we fell in again and marched to within two and a half miles of Jackson's batteries, and spreading our blankets on the leaves in a pretty grove, turned in for the night. Early in the morning of the 12th, the brigade was formed for battle, where we laid on our arms, expecting soon to try our chance in the first battle. But about noon, the news came that Winchester was evacuated, upon the reception of which we moved to this point. We failed at getting the old rebel here, but we get him, if it is at or beyond Richmond. Once in the cause, we are bound to carry it through, though it takes 10 years; and we are sure of success, for these half ounce secesh pills which we carry in our cartridge boxes prove successful remedies for the type of disease for which they were intended. The starts and stripes float over Winchester. Three cheers for the Union. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
March 30, 1862
Friends in Wood County:
Let me express to you the success and joys of the 67th Ohio which we obtained at Winchester, Virginia on the 23rd of this month. On Saturday evening about 5 o'clock, we were hastily called out from our camp, which is situated two miles north of town, and hastened through and beyond the place about a mile, when we were greeted by the roar of one of the enemies' big guns. We were immediately deployed into line as skirmishers and proceeded to our duty, but as battery H of the 1st Ohio Light Artillery (from Toledo) opened on them, the enemy thought best to draw back, and as the darkness came on things had to rest for the night.; three companies remaining out during the night as pickets, one of which was Company H. The first shot the enemy made was the means of wounding General Shields in the left arm. It was afterwards found that the enemy's forces on Saturday evening were only composed of Ashby's cavalry and two pieces of artillery. On Sunday morning about 9 o'clock, they opened fire on us again, having been reinforced either in the night or early morning by Jackson's forces of from 5,000-7,000 infantry. Dunn's splendid battery was soon arrayed against them with the 67th in support. Here we were for the first time introduced to the hellish sounds of the enemy's shells as they began to visit our position while on their intended messages of death, and while at the same time our own cannon were doing good execution hastening their infantry from one place to another. At noon our regiment was relieved by the 5th Ohio and we moved off to the right into a little wood where we remained for about two hours. We then returned to the support of the battery, the 5th moving to the rear. Just at this time, the enemy tried to flank our forces on the left, but our men having good guns and being superior marksmen, the secesh were soon driven back to their reserve, many of them having received genuine passes to another world.
The cannonading was then kept up on our side for a few minutes, but it was soon ascertained that their infantry was fast congregating in the woods in front of us just across a clear low land about a half mile distant and from all appearances about to make a charge upon us; but Battery L, 1st Ohio Light Artillery (brass battery with 6 pounders) soon hustled them out of that, and the way they hurried over the wood covered hill which they had chosen as their battleground and defense is indescribable. Just at this time we could very distinctly see that they were planting their artillery on quite a high hill nearly in front of ours, about a mile distant and to the right of their infantry, but our Parrot guns soon drove them back into the woods; yet they were not to be disappointed in this and soon opened on us with a large 24 pounder which they manned well, aiming this gun at our regiment. We were immediately ordered to lay down and hide our flag. Here we lay for nearly 5 hours in fair view of their gunners, some of their shells bursted in front of us, throwing dirt into our line while others produced almost a yell as they sped through the air, our batteries doing their best at the same time. While this cannonading was going on, Battery L of the brass guns ran out of ammunition and moved down to hill to our right, and directly in front of their left flank, not for the intention of charging them, for as I have said, they were out of ammunition, but for the purpose of drawing them further down to our right. This move had a charming effect as they soon had their guns stationed at intervals from their big 24 pounder above mentioned all along the ridge of woods, to nearly opposite our right and proceeded to open fire briskly on the defenseless battery, killing one of its gunners.
It had now gotten to be about 4:40 in the afternoon and as we were getting quite serious to know the result of the day, we saw Tyler's Brigade, composed of several regiments including the 7th Ohio entering the woods on the left flank of the enemy. They soon met and commenced firing sharply, we about the same time receiving orders to arise and double quick across the flat and next in front. As soon as we started, they commenced on us with their artillery, throwing shell and grape accurately, but luckily we gained the woods, losing only one or two men. We gained the woods, ascended the hill and took our position on its brow, at the left of the 7th Ohio with the 84th Pennsylvania at our left, just in time to render great assistance to the 7th which was receiving the greater part of the enemy's shots. The rebels were behind and defended by a stone wall which ran parallel with and 20 rods in front of the line of Tyler's Brigade. As we came up, we formed a right angle with Tyler's men at the same time opening a cross fire on the hidden rebels where we could shoot lengthwise of the wall. In this position, we showed our good will for our country's sake for about half an hour, when the enemy became panic stricken and turning their backs to us, commenced hunting more comfortable quarters as fast as possible while our men were yelling and hallowing for joy at the top of their voices as they continued to pursue them as fast as they sped on.
Soon the enemy attempted to make another stand, but this time we routed them for good and as our men were so overjoyed with their success, they rushed upon several of the enemy's cannons, turning them upside down before they could be gotten away, the gunners being obliged to cut their things and flee for their own lives, leaving several guns to our care. Here night set in and huddled in a heap on the fallen leaves among the dead sons of Dixie, awaited the coming morn. Those who have died in the Union forces up to this date from effects of the battle number a little over 100, while Jackson lost in killed and wounded from 500 to 600. Our wounded were about 150, while his is unknown yet undoubtedly will swell up to 400. The battle was a hard fought one and many a brave son fell, but through the kindness of Him who is ever mindful of the right, we sustained our cause and won a glorious victory.
The rebels continued to flee during the night, carrying off many of their wounded in wagons, a fact which was proved the next day as we followed them, finding many houses along the road filled with them. The prisoners taken in connection with the killed and wounded will without exaggeration exceed 1,000. Secesh stragglers tell us that Jackson fled, showing no mercy to his men, and is undoubtedly by this time 50 miles from our lines. But my story is becoming lengthy, and suffice to say, that we are sweetly anticipating an evening not many months hence when with our dear ones at home around glowing firesides, we shall relate the many little incidents and hairs breadth escapes of which we were ourselves eyewitnesses, while in the service of our country, fighting her battles. Long may our country stand.
June 12, 1862
Seated on the grass in the tented field, with my knapsack answering the purpose of a table, with soldiers all around me, some cooking their beef in various ways, some writing to their loved ones at home and others lounging on their blankets beneath their fly tents trying to rest, after our fatiguing march of over four weeks, I find myself trying to pen some of my unconnected ideas for my old friend, the Journal.
Since my last letter which was dated March 30th we have seen and suffered more hardships probably than any other division in the service in the way of marching. On the 10th of May, we left Woodstock to join McDowell's forces at Fredericksburg, which place we reached on the 22nd of May at 3 p.m., hungry, sore footed, ragged and dirty. Many of the boys were without shoes, and many of them were obliged to fall out by the way, although the men were almost universally willing and ready to comply with any requirement of our highly honored old general, James Shields. During the march, it was impossible for our trains to supply us with full rations, therefore the rice, beans, salt pork, and soup were not given to us, while the articles given us were hard crackers, coffee, sugar, and beef on foot, which being driven along with the division was so heated that the beef was not much better than none at all, but worse than all this, we could not get a good drink of water once a day. We would pass a well occasionally, but it would be so thronged with thirsty blue jackets that to get a drink was impossible. The stagnant water in the mud holes along the road was dipped up and drank with great eagerness. When we got to within 10 miles of Falmouth, we met an old negro woman who said that she had come over to Uncle Sam's boys. Upon being asked what she thought of us, she said, "Whar de ye all come from? De Lord bless Uncle Sam's boys, I hope in de Lord dat ye'll clean em all out down dar."
On the day that we were to start for Richmond with our division on the right and advance of the army, our general received intelligence that that wily old Joe Jackson had advanced down the Shenandoah Valley, driving Bank's small forces and taken the places for which we had so recently fought. Shields' men, although fatigued, took new courage and started back for the old tramping ground. We went by way of Manassas Junction, saw some of the ground upon which the skirmshers operated in the Bull Run fight, and was within 3 miles of the battlefield. We reached Front Royal on the 30th of the same month, having marched all night of the 29th. The advanced brigade found about 1,000 of the enemy at that place, but as is customary for the secesh, they soon lit out, with the exception of 150 men who fell into the hands of our cavalry as prisoners, and one 11 pound gun which they had taken from Banks.
Jackson's stay in Winchester, however, was short for Banks was being reinforced, soon hurried him back to his own place.
Our command, on the 1st inst., took up march for Luray to prevent him on his retreat from leaving the valet at this pass, but arriving here we found the bridge to be burned by the citizens, and learning that he had gone on up the pike, we proceeded up the river to the Columbia Bridge and found that burned also. Arrangements were immediately made to reconstruct the bridge, and the timber was mostly got out for that purpose when we were informed that Fremont was closely pursuing the enemy towards Port Republic, at which place he would be obliged to cross our path in order to gain the pass by which he could reach the road leading to Gordonsville. Accordingly, the Third and Fourth brigades (Tyler and Carroll) procceded to the bridge at Port Republic to intercept Jackson's forces and burn the bridge, thus giving Fremont a chance to take the whole Rebel force, but Carroll from some cause, failed to destroy the bridge and Jackson's overpowering force reached one side of the river and boldly met one comparatively small force and succeeded in driving them back with considerable loss. The fight was said to have been desperate.
Soon after the engagement was over, I met William Perrin and Luke Evers of the 1st Ohio Light Artillery, Battery H. They told me that they fired over 100 rounds and that towards the last, the columns of the enemy were within 4 rods of their guns, and that at every shot of their gun, during which time they were shooting canister, the enemy were mown down by scores. The two old friends mentioned, when I met them, were covered from head to foot with mud, and their faces were so black from the effects of their gun that one would hardly recognize them. Three guns were taken from their battery and nine in all from our force. The 67th was not within 20 miles at the time of the fight, but when we met the ambulances returning with the wounded, every man was so enraged at our defeat that each one was ready to meet the "infernal devils" as many termed them and fight them one to five. On meeting the retreating men, we were halted and formed in line of battle, expecting that the enemy would soon appear and engaged us, but in a few minutes a body of cavalry was seen in the distance, from whence a messenger came, informing us that they were Fremont's scouts, who had succeeded in crossing the river, and from him we learned that the whole force were now across the river and in hot pursuit of the enemy who were making their way towards Gordonsville as fast as possible. After resting a little, we started back towards Luray. Some of the boys who hid in the mountains when they were routed and returned the next day say that Fremont shelled the rebel camp that same night from 11 o'clock and drove them from their position. The next day it rained all day, during which we marched about 8 miles. We reached this place yesterday at 5 p.m. Prisoners are continually being brought in. Fifty came in this morning. They say that the mountains are full of men who have deserted Jackson, and are ready to give themselves up, providing that they can go to their homes. They are tired of the war. Our many friends in Ohio will undoubtedly feel hard towards the boys here for not writing oftener, but if any one is worthy of pardon, it ought to be the worn out soldier, for he can scarcely endure the fatigue of cooking and erecting tents for the night after a hard day's march. Besides, many of the boys have neither paper, pens, pencil, nor ink, and I am satisfied that were our friends at home obliged to occupy the position I now do, few letters would come from home. The boys of Company H are as well as can be expected under present circumstances. The Independent states that it is the report that Cary Lindsay was taken prisoner and James Hayes shot. This is not the case, they are both with us and well. Our boys are rather hard looking, but few having shaved since leaving home and from the effects of wearing caps, we have become tolerably niggerfied.
Friend Evers returned yesterday, bringing us several letters, papers, and likenesses from our happy homes. He brings the pictures of my whole family, which makes me feel almost at home. Unwearied, we strive on for victory or the grave, one of which we must obtain before we yield.
There are some, as a matter of course, who would willingly take a discharge and leave the field untaken, but the most of us feel that ever separated from the ties of home. We will now contend in faith till we have the pride and honor of returning home the victors over a force which most fearfully threatened the destruction of our happy land. Our suffering and trials are great; but a noble government must be maintained for our children's benefit, though we fall in the contest.
J. Jeff Parsons
Harrison's Landing, Virginia
July 12, 1862
Since my last we have been removed from the Luray Valley to this place on the James River, where we find ourselves in General Peck's division on the left wing of General McClellan's army within two miles of the rebel pickets. We left Luray and marched on foot to Manassas, from which place we took the cars to Alexandria and from there the transport Herald to this point. While on our way down to Chesapeake Bay, we met with an accident which was as follows:
When leaving Alexandria, the Herald took the barge Delaware in tow on which were six of our companies with all their equipage. In the night, the bay became quite rough, and it became necessary to drop the barge astern to prevent her from swamping, but soon after this was done, her line broke and having no power of her own she became unmanageable, and the men aboard her, fearing some evil result, rushed to the hurricane deck, which being old and crazy, was unable to bear the burden and so gave way, racking over to the starboard side, sliding many of the guns and equipment including knapsacks into the water. As soon as possible, the Herald came along side and took off the men, none of whom were lost. Our boat then cast anchor and laid until morning when we were landed at Fortress Monroe, after which the Herald proceeded after the wreck, and brought her in about three hours later. Five out of eleven of the officers' horses were lost.
We landed at this place on the evening of July 2nd and marched four miles through the mud nearly knee deep, to where we were permitted to camp for the night. In the afternoon of the 3rd we were sent out to take an advanced position as regimental picket. Here we stacked our arms in line and laid down for the night. Being somewhat worn out, we slept sweetly till 2 o'clock in the morning when we were aroused and fell into line, taking our guns, after which we laid down on our arms, but just before day and during the darkest hour of the morning, a few of us discovered that a squad of some forty or fifty dismounted cavalry from secesh quarters had very cautiously crept up to our front and within twenty yards of our line. No sooner had we seen them than their commander gave the word "Fire!" Two hundred of our pieces immediately returned the compliment. At this, all was over. The rebels ran from behind the trees which saved them from our fire, leaving us to ourselves having killed town and wounded six of our men. The killed are (Private) Thomas Beach, Company A and (Private) John Bunce, Company B. On the 6th inst., we were made to constitute a part of the left wing of McClellan's army under General Peck, where we are now in position.
For the last week, the details for fatigue duty have been very heavy on all the regiments, owing to the many breastworks and rifle pits which it became highly necessary to erect and dig (and that too in a short time) by the aid of which we might be able to defend ourselves against five times our number in arms. Our condition was certainly dubious for a while, but now we feel confident that if we should be attacked, we will be able to repulse any force of 500,000. No place is left open by which they can flank us or break our lines, and at the same time, the Monitor and its family can cover our entire force. The men are more cheerful and in better spirits than a few days ago. The river at this landing is plentifully dotted with the many gun boats and transports (many of which have come here from the present excitement) all busily engaged at their duty. We are all waiting anxiously to hear of some good news of some kind from General Pope or somebody else. Reports of all kinds are so frequent in camp that one knows not what to believe and long ago I ceased to credit news of all kinds. Were it a soldier's privilege, we would have cause to make many complaints but the contrary being the case we consider it best to take it all cheerfully, and in fine, good spirits. We as soldiers are out on the ocean driven; subject to storms of adversity but soon many the pilot's cheering voice be heard: "Land ahead" and the ship enter a secure harbor, not defiled as she was in our forefather's time- stained with the blood of Africa's sons and daughters. Soon may the bondman's go free and the chains of the oppressor be broken and our nation by one properly emblemed by the eagle, which should denote Liberty unsurpassed. Until this is the case, Liberty will be but a garb of deceit.
With a promise of more from your unable correspondent concerning the 67th, as soon as we have an engagement at this point or near Richmond, I remain yours in the cause of liberty and the Union.
J. Jeff. Parsons
In August 1862, Sergeant Parsons was detailed to return to Ohio on recruiting duty. After a frustrating eight months back home, Parsons rejoined the 67th Ohio in mid June 1863. The regiment was then engaged in a campaign to capture Charleston, South Carolina.
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