Rebel Private Front and Rear

Rebel Private Front and Rear is a line soldiers account of the Civil War without heroics. Private Fletcher tells how at Gettysburg he was overcome by a bad case of cowardly horror when an order came on the third day to get ready to charge. I tried to force manhood to the front, but fright would drive it back with a shudder, he confessed. The attack of jitters lasted about fifteen minutes, and then he fell asleep while awaiting the order to advance. But Fletcher could be brave to a fault. He was restless and venturesome and during the lulls between fighting would sometimes ask for permission to go on dangerous scouts into enemy territory. Once, just before Fredericksburg, he slipped out to a haystack in the no-mans-land near the Rappahannock so that he could watch the Yankees build a bridge. And in his last fight at Bentonville he risked his life on a rash and futile impulse to capture a whole squad of Federals. At Second Manassas, Fletcher was struck by a bullet that grazed his bowels and lodged in his hip. His detailed description of his subsequent sensations and experiences is one of the most interesting portions of his narrative. He begged the surgeons to operate, but when they started cutting he howled so profanely that they threatened to abandon him. His reply was: It dont hurt as badly when I am cursing. Wounded again at Chickamauga, Fletcher was incapacitated for further infantry service and was transferred to Company E, Eighth Texas Cavalry, and served with Terrys Rangers until the end of the war. In north Georgia he participated in a number of thrilling skirmishes with mounted forces of Shermans command, and in one of these encounters he lost his horse. A short time later, in a daring effort to capture a mount from the Yankees, he was taken prisoner. The story of the forming and execution of his plan to escape by jumping from a moving boxcar is full of suspense and excitement. Rebel Private also reveals Fletcher as something of a philosopher. The narrative is sprinkled with dissertations on unexpected subjects, such as God, justice, and war. He reflects on the rightness and the necessity of foraging, in home as well as enemy territory, but he tells with evident relish how he and his pard of the occasion pressed whiskey, honey, and chickens. Fletcher set down his experiences some forty years after the close of the Civil War. His story is told with the artlessness of the natural raconteur. Though the style is unpolished, the memoir makes lively reading because of the authors eye for detail, his straightforward language, and his sense of humor. One of the most frequently cited narratives written by soldiers of Lees army, it derives its value as a historical source mainly from Fletchers honesty, his close observations, the richness and variety of his experiences, and the sharpness of his memory.