March VII.

This is coolbert:

Warfare of the type as fought in that era of the American Civil War quite often degenerating into a melee', hand-to-hand combat at close quarters AND AS ENCOUNTERED BY THE LONDON TIMES correspondent Hugh Pryce:

As extracted from the novel "The March" by E. L. Doctorow:

 "It was only with a sudden rift in the thickened atmosphere that he realized he had misjudged his [Pryce] position and was not in relation to the action that he has supposed. The war had come to him. Lines of men were grappling hand to hand beneath him, wrestling one another to the ground, wielding knives, bayonets, swinging rifles about their heads, their desperation bringing concerted sounds from the depths of them like the chords of a church organ. He had never been closer to war than at this moment and all the reportorial powers of observation were resolved to one terrifying vision of antediluvian breakout. This was not war as an adventure, nor was for a solemn cause, it was war at it's purest, a mindless mass rage severed from any cause, ideal or moral principle. If was as if God had decreed this characterless entanglement of brainless forces as his answer to the human presumption."

Pryce the cool and unemotional observer recording his observations and thoughts in the proverbial heartbeat finding himself in the thick of the fray of the type where controlled chaos rules supreme, combat as NOT taught at Command & General Staff school!

Caveman warfare of that period not so antiseptic as the modern drone and killing power from afar, that must we intuitively understand.

coolbert.