Only three men remained with me … I asked them to assist me back to our works - at least two hundred yards off. They gazed at me for awhile & then hurriedly left - supposing, no doubt, that I had received a mortal wound. The Yankees commenced to advance. I struggled to rise, but as first could not. The dread of captivity & the thought that perhaps some vile Dutchman would knock my brains out nerved me & I succeeded in gaining my feet & then retreated as well as I could- keeping myself from falling by seizing hold of bushes in my reach - on my return the enemy fired at me & one ball cut my jacket & shirt across the elbow. I reached our line & fell from exhaustion. I knew that a fall back that night had been determined upon & though the Dr. gave me no hope insisted to be carried to the cars - which was done & I left. Reached Atlanta night of next day & was transferred at my own urgent request to the train for Madison. By mistake I was placed on the train, which went no farther than Covington[Georgia], where finding myself exhausted I was compelled to stop. A kind lady (Mrs. Spencer) had me carried to her house & I was there kindly cared for. My mother arrived the 20th & to her, God bless her, I owe my life. 16th June  we heard that my brother Peyton had been wounded. This added to my mother’s grief & anxiety. We could hear no particulars - only that the wound was serious.