when the union salient at the peach orchard was crushed, the fury shifted to the wheatfield.t has been called some of the bloodiest fighting of the war, and i believe that to be the case. the ground was lost, regained and lost again fully six times. during the course of three hours. what had been a field of amber grain was trampled into a dyi dying -- a dying round of blue and gray and red. during one phase of the attack in which the confederates momentarily held sway, as i retreated from the southwest portion of the field, i came upon an unknown comrade, badly wounded, in the legs, who cried to me "comrade, carry me off." i replied, "i doubt if we can get away, but we'll do the best we can for you." accompanied by my orderly sergeant later captain, j.m. pipes, we carried and placed the wounded man between two boulders, shuttered from enemy fire. and out at that -- and as out of harm's way as one could be. given the treacherous circumstances. grasping his hand, i said, go good-bye, comrade, and thought to put as much distance as possible between me and the enemy. but this del