Albert Sidney Johnston and William Tecumseh “Cump” Sherman
squared off at long range in 1861 and again at rather closer proximity in April
1862.
All internet images removed from this post, sorry.
Johnston
was one of the most impressive officers in the pre-war U.S. Army. He looked
like a general, walked and talked like a general. He was brave, had been in
combat against Indians and Mexicans. When he resigned his commission and joined
the Confederacy, it was no surprise that he was made one of the first five full
generals. No hyphenated brigadier-, major- or lieutenant-, just plain General. He
was assigned command of the Department of Tennessee. It soon became apparent
that dealing with Jefferson Davis, the local politicians and planter elite, the
press, tens of thousands of volunteer recruits and the manifold threats of the
Yankees was a different kettle of fish than his last post, the sleepy peacetime
command in California
or the Second US Cavalry Regiment before that. He could not stop Polk from
invading Kentucky
and throwing that state into the Union camp. He was unable to resist Davis’ demands to hold
all Confederate territory, leading to his forces being spread out in a cordon
defense (a strategy derided by Napoleon as fit mainly for stopping smugglers)
that would be ruptured by the first serious Union attack. He could not coax the plantation owners to
keep sending slaves to build fortifications (the owners weren't paid and the slaves always came back in a
surly mood after talking with guys from other plantations). What he did do was to stage a series of minor raids and demonstrations
against the Yankees in order to make his small forces look more threatening, a
sort of military theatrics. He was in
over his head. Given time he might grow into the role.
Opposite him was the Union department that would be named
variously after the Ohio
and then the Cumberland
rivers. The first leader was Robert Anderson, hero of Fort
Sumter.
He rapidly went to pieces under pressures similar to those bedeviling Johnston. He shared some
of this anxiety with his second in command, “Cump” Sherman.
Sherman had been one of the few Union leaders
who emerged from First Bull Run with his reputation enhanced, having led his
brigade competently. Anderson
soon resigned and Sherman
took over. He was also swamped by the various demands of the position, so much
more complicated than running a brigade. He was spooked by the threatening
displays Johnston
made and behaved eccentrically. He told
a superior (with a reporter present) that his department needed 200,000 troops
in order to advance against the enemy. It was the final straw. He was relieved
of duty; his wife was sent for to take him home in November of 1861. This was
the last success that Albert Sidney would see. Buell took over from Sherman and was a picture
of calm, though he showed no sign of ever advancing against the Rebels.
Johnston’s
department also abutted the next Union department to the west, commanded by
Henry Halleck. Halleck was no live wire either, but under his command was one
U. S. Grant. In early 1862 this aggressive (and lucky) general seized Forts
Henry and Donelson, snapping up 15,000 prisoners and breaking the center of Johnston’s cordon. Rapid
withdrawals verging on panic gave up the major city of Nashville without a shot fired. Union
gunboats prowled the rivers deep into Alabama.
Western and middle Tennessee
passed into Union hands. Grant moved his army within 20 miles of strategic Corinth Mississippi,
waiting for the glacial advance of Buell’s army to join him. The Confederate
press, politicians and not a few soldiers blamed Johnston for this mess. Pierre Gustave
Toutant-Beauregard arrived to help out. His idea was to strip much of the rest
of the Confederacy of troops in order to mass them to attack and wipe out Grant
before Buell could join him. This was in line with Beauregard’s usual
semi-Napoleonic thoughts and at odds with Davis’
hold-everything cordon defense, one of the many reasons the two did not get
along.
Johnston
clutched at this straw as a way to redeem himself and drive the Yankee invaders
back. In practice, Beauregard wasn’t much more of a help since he was
recovering from 19th century dental surgery (ouch). The raw troops
took 3 days to cover the 20 miles to Grant’s camp. Beauregard got cold feet and
wanted to call off the attack. He assumed the slow, sloppy march had blown any
chance of surprise, and Buell might already have joined Grant.
It wasn’t so. Buell had stopped a day’s march away, assured
by Grant that the Rebels were cowering at Corinth.
Sherman had
returned from his nervous breakdown, though many mumbled that he was insane. He
was now the senior division commander in Grant’s army. As such he had picked
the camps the troops had occupied when they first arrived. Much of the area had
been under water from spring floods and the troops camped on any dry ground. As
the water receded, the troops remained in their original camps rather than
deploy in a more defensible manner due to overconfidence by Grant, Sherman and
others. Sherman’s
division was one of the two nearest the enemy. Sherman was aware that others doubted his
sang-froid because he had previously been spooked by shadows. He put on a calm
face and disdained any talk of Rebel threats.
The problem was, this time the threats were real. Patrols
kept bumping into enemy troops not far from camp. Sherman downplayed them all and convinced the
other front-line division commander, Prentiss (a green-horn), to do likewise.
Despite Beauregard’s doubts, Johnston insisted on making the attack. Under
a dark cloud, he desperately needed a victory. Thanks to Yankee overconfidence
and Sherman’s
need to show he wasn’t a nervous Nellie, strategic surprise had been
maintained. If the Rebels achieved tactical surprise too, the destruction of
Grant’s army would be well within reach. But Colonel Peabody of Prentiss’
division wasn’t buying the line from above. The morning of the battle he sent
several hundred troops patrolling south of his position. They collided with the
Rebel skirmish line and a firefight broke out that lasted for two hours before
the main Rebel attack drove the patrol back to their camp. Sherman’s and
Prentiss’ divisions formed up on the edge of their camps in line of battle.
They were not caught in their tents or having breakfast, despite newspaper
reports to the contrary. Central direction was absent since Grant was at his headquarters downriver in Savannah, a boat ride away. The divisions were deployed around their
camps instead of in an organized defense line facing south. But Peabody destroyed the
rebel chance for complete tactical surprise.
Sherman
still thought someone was overreacting. He rode forward with an aide and nearly
collided with the advancing Rebel skirmishers; his aide was shot dead while Sherman was wounded in the
hand. He spun his horse around and galloped back to his division, shouting that
this was a real attack. Head finally out of the sand, he spent the rest of the
battle leading his division with valor and competence. Sherman’s reputation was burnished by this
brave fight. His role in the surprise was obscured.
Prentiss thought Peabody
had brought the attack on with his strong patrol and threatened to have him
brought up on charges. The threat became moot when Peabody was killed by Rebel bullets soon
after. Johnston
saw his men overrun the first two enemy camps. Then another Union division
stopped Rebel attacks at the Hornet’s Nest.
Johnston was helping organize an attack to
flank this position when he was shot in the leg, likely accidentally by one of
his own green soldiers. It severed an artery. He was numb in that leg due to an earlier injury
suffered in a duel while serving in the Army of Texas. Some say he didn’t notice
he’d been shot. He fell out of his saddle a while later and died from loss of
blood. At that time, the Union line was giving way everywhere that he could
see. He didn’t live to see the final disorganized Confederate attack on Grant’s
last line repulsed. He didn’t see over 20,000 fresh Union troops appear the
next morning. They combined with those of Grant’s soldiers still in the ranks
after the first day to drive the Rebels back in defeat after a hard fight.
As the only full Confederate general slain in combat, he
became a martyr of the Lost Cause and a secular saint. Had he lived, he likely
would have been confirmed as a failed general. But his early theatrics had
driven Sherman
home in disgrace. The shadow of this disgrace led Sherman to ignore the mounting evidence of a
major attack as signs of weakness. This nearly gave the victory to the
Confederates.
Postscript
The howls of anguish at the enormous losses in this first
truly sanguinary Civil War battle led to a search for a scapegoat. A serious
attempt was made to fire Grant, who indeed had much culpability for the
surprise. But he had also refused to be stampeded and won in the end, with much
help from reinforcements. Grant’s critics accused him of drunkenness. Sherman supported Grant,
saying “He stood by me when I was crazy. I’ll stand by him when he’s drunk.”
Lincoln
finally kept him, saying “I can’t spare this man. He Fights.” He is also rumored to have said, "Find what whiskey he drinks and give it to my other generals."
This post is based
mainly on my current reading, “Days of Glory, the Army of the Cumberland,
1861-1865” and the previously read “Army of the Heartland”, about the Army of Tennessee, and “Bloody April”, about the battle of Shiloh.
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