Manchester,
April 15th, 1879
Col. I. A. Bentley
Com’t of
Pensions,
Dear
Sir:
Herewith
I forward with enclosures, my application to be placed upon the Invalid Pension
Roll of the United States. In the declaration
as to the injury, and the time and manner of it, I have endeavoured to be as
truthfull and full as the space in the printed form allowed. I append as further evidence the statement
of Bt. Col. T. B. Brooks, who fortunately on the 12th inst. Happened
to be passing through Richmond. Also
the certification of my family physician who since 1872 has advised me upon the
subject.
From
commencement of active siege operations against Charleston (about July 10th
1863) either with Gen’l A.H. Terry on James Island, or with Gen’l Q.A. Gillmore
on Folly or Morris Island, up to the night of the 26th August, I was
continuously on duty, but from 26th August to 2nd Sept.
was not on duty, and this interregnum was compelled by the shock and bruises
rec’d as set forth in the application, and as will be hereafter more
particularly described.
At the time
of the explosion I was leaning upon the parapet of our yet imperfect trench,
and now directly beneath the guns of Fort Wagner. The Fort loomed in front a huge indefinate mass, and I was
resting and peering at the space between, which before had been to us “terra
incognita,” trying to see what kind of ground we had yet to traverse before the
work was ours; but exulting in the fact that after this night’s advance, we had
got out of the gloomy uncertain days of the seige, and that the Fort must
surely fall, and then Charleston, and Sumter, and Charleston Harbor would be
completely controlled by our guns.
The firing
from Wagner which through the night had been terrific, had nearly, if not
altogether ceased – only the vertical fire from the batteries on James Island,
from Gregg, Johnson, and an occasional shell form Moultrie continued in usual
effective force. I believe that the
rest and look I was taking, leaning and partly lying, upon the parapet in front
saved my life, for though receiving the shock through the earth, it yielded
upward in the line of least resistance, and only laterally and in its falling
motion partially enveloped me – the torpedoes were ten gallon vinegar or lager
beer kegs, about half filled with powder – into the bilge of these was fitted
an apparatus having a brass plunger resting upon a fulminate; when planted the
top of the plunger was left a little above the earth, and upon a light piece of
wood or shingle was placed to resemble drift – we had dug one trench by the end
of this particular one, and thrown the earth over and partially on it. How it was exploded by the man at work next
to me I cannot tell – whether he struck it with his shovel, or threw earth upon
its plunger it was alike fatal to him and nearly so to me. It was only in camp the following day my
bewildered mind recovered coherent recollections. Thinking it a bursting shell, I had remembrance of the flash, the
stunning force, and the sound, and as in a dream I remembered the sensations
which succeeded: the first of these
were etherially pleasant, but the latter and those accompanying returning
consciousness were indescribably dismal.
Of what happened after extricating myself from the debris I had only dim
remembrance – of standing in an exposed place and speaking with Maj. Brooks, of
turning over the Engineer command of the trenches to the officer relieving me,
and of assistance rendered by the soldiers in returning to camp I was aware –
but in confused form – very different from all the dangers transactions and
events which preceded the explosion, and which graphically and indellibly were
fixed in my memory.
I do not
remember that the injury in the groin while laid up in camp, was conspicuous
over the general bruise my whole body had sustained for several days; but I do
remember and know that it was the last that gave me pain. I cannot remember that ever during my term
of service, though nearly always upon the front, and often sick, sore, and
bruised, I had recourse to a surgeon, and at this time did not though I think
it likely some of my surgeon friends called at my tent to offer assistance if
needed – rest, absolute rest, and ordinary care was all I considered necessary to
complete recovery.
After the
pain passed away, the enlargement remained, and continued a little soft
painless thing, covering an area of about a quarter dollar, and having a quite
perceptible bulge. I did not know it
was a hernia -- I had no experience in hernias – of all the people I had ever
known not more than two or three had ever acknowledged themselves to me
suffering from hernia, and these had given me no information as to the
origin. If I had any thought on the
subject, it was that if a person had one he would know it, for it would give
him sensible pain. I have often thought
since, and now believe, that at times it did pain me, but being at the time on
hard duty, I had accounted it to the incident fatigue exposure and
excitement.
I have in
my mind however, that from its first appearance I was conscious of its presence
as I have described it, and in my cogitations upon it I thought it the harmless
remains of some sort of sprain of ligament or gland; I could as I distinctly
remember smoothe out beneath the skin what seemed to be serous matter, somewhat
the same as the puff on a horses leg – which it appeared in most respects to
resemble – but as before stated it became in 1866 painfully apparent in its
true nature, and form that time has been often somewhat strangulated, and from
1872 the subject of frequent consultations with my family physician (Dr. A.
Monteiro) who has at each time advised me as to its dangerous character.
One other
explanation I will now make – ever since 1866 I knew it to be a hernia, and
that on account of it I was entitled to a pension. But I considered that I had property and means and brains
sufficient, never to require such aid from the Gov’t. Times are now changed, and justice to myself and family requires
me to make this application, and to receive from a generous country the award
she makes to those who have in the discharge of dangerous and arduous duties
been injured in her defense.
For
information as to the circumstances narrated here, in the application, and as
to that portion of my military history involved in the siege of Fort Wagner, I
refer you to Gen’l Q. A. Gillmore’s Report on the siege of Charleston, and
especially to the portion of the Report which is contained in the Report and
Journal of Maj. T. B. Brooks, directing Engineer of the siege operations to
reduce Fort Wagner.
Very
respectfully,
Your
Obed’t Ser’t
Joseph
Walker
Formerly
Capt. & Maj. 1st N.Y. Vol. Eng’rs