Arose this morning very tired and sore, scarcely able to walk at first but after breakfast felt better and walked around to see what was to be seen after yesterdays fight. I was witness to some awful scenes. Saw the wounded, shot in every portion of their body, head, neck,, body, arms, hands, legs & feet. Some with their limbs taken completely off. Some have died since being brought here, others dying. Wherever I walked the same spectacle presented itself. Among them all I heard not a word of complaint and scarcely a groan. From what can be ascertained we lost in killed and wounded between fifteen hundred and two thousand. Went around to a large pen of prisoners. There were four or five hundred in the pen I saw, and nearly all of them the lowest class of foreigners. This afternoon, a portion of the cavalry brought in seventy five more of the wretches. They were all marched off to the cars and sent to Richmond. As one squad of thirty passed our tent to the cars one fellow spoke to us, saying “Good bye boys I left home to go to Richmond and by ——- I am going.[“] We learn to day that the 4th Ala Regt was not so badly cut up as was supposed. There have not been more than forty or fifty killed. Col Jones was not killed, but shot through both legs. Genl Bee died this morning. The Cavalry captured a large amount of baggage, ammunition &c. We got one very large gun from them which they familiarly called “Long Tom”. We got also a very fine ambulance, in which the medical staff were conveyed about. They had every thing complete. I suppose it was the best equipped army that ever started on a campaign. Old Scott is a great fellow for having everything ready before he makes a move. The small arms captured were the finest minnie muskets, which will be of great service to the army, as we are in need of more arms. It has rained all day without ceasing, making it very disagreeable here, especially for those who have no tents, and a great many here have none. The tents of the 4th Ala were left at Winchester. Capts Porter King and Balls sleep with us tonight, making ten or twelve in a tent, but we can sleep very well, as we are not very particular how we sleep.
Source – G. Ward Hubbs, ed. Voices from Company D, pp 23-24