Three Days in Hell
by Blair Howard
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GENRE: Historical Fiction
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BLURB:
For more than two months, Union General William Rosecrans and
his Army of the Cumberland pursued General Braxton Bragg's Confederate Army of Tennessee from Murfreesboro to Chattanooga. Finally, on September 18, 1863, on the banks of a small river in Northwest Georgia, the two great armies came face to face, and so began three days of hell, including the two bloodiest days of our nation's Civil War.
Three Days in Hell is a novel, a work of fiction, based on actual historical events. The characters, with one exception, were all real people. The words they speak throughout the story are the author's, the deeds they did, their success and failures, are their own. Drawing on many years of meticulous research, Blair Howard dramatizes one man's contribution to the stunning Confederate victory at Chickamauga. Brigadier General Bushrod R. Johnson was the key player for the army in gray.
This is the story of Confederate General Johnson's three days at Chickamauga, and his grand and glorious charge of more than a mile that smashed through the enemy lines and resulted in a resounding victory for the Confederate cause and an ignominious defeat for General Rosecrans. Even Johnson's enemies praised what he did that day. Some compared it to Pickett's Charge at Gettysburg, but where Pickett failed, Johnson succeeded.
Three Days in Hell, action-packed from start to finish, is the story of Confederate General Bushrod Johnson's Chickamauga as told through the eyes and words of one of his staff officers, Major Chester Rigby. The author takes you onto the battlefield as no one has done before. He plunges you right into the center of the action, which doesn't let up until the very end. It's a story of heroism, desperate deeds, and death and destruction on a scale the likes of which had never been seen before.
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EXCERPT
All around me the hail of iron and lead tore at the trees. The wind had dropped away almost to nothing. The smoke billowed around us, blinding, choking. I could barely see across the few yards between me and the two generals. My eyes felt as if they were full of acid. I could barely see. To my right, Lieutenant Everett’s battery was hurling load after load of canister across the field. The noise was deafening. My head throbbed. My ears ached, and every blast seemed to hammer my brain against the inside of my skull. The insides of my nose and the back of my throat were on fire. Even my teeth hurt, though that might have been because I had them clamped together, hard. The ground seemed to shake under my feet as each gun fired its double-loaded charge, sending its gun rearing two, three feet into the air.
KABAM! I almost came off the ground myself, so startled was I as, just a few yards away to my right, one of Everett’s Napoleons was hit by a solid shot. A four-and-a-half-inch, twelve-pound iron ball smashed into the wheel nearest to me, shattering it and most of the rest of the gun’s carriage. Huge chunks of wood and iron – the rim, spokes, trail and axle – spun in all directions, flinging the great bronze tube high into the air. Every member of the gun crew was either killed or severely wounded: one lost an arm, torn off at the shoulder by the cannon ball as it careened off the wheel. Two more were hit by flying spokes – one of them speared in the chest. Another lost an eye to the wildly spinning, iron wheel rim, and still another was crushed to death when the 1,200 pound tube fell on him. For a moment, there was silence, but only for a moment. The gun was quickly replaced, and the firestorm continued.
For the most part, we were fighting blind, but every now and again, a breeze would get up and sweep away the smoke, and we’d get a glimpse across the field.
But there was obviously something strange going on; even I knew it. They were fighting as if they had two or three brigades, not just a couple of regiments, and Forrest and Johnson couldn’t figure out was how they were doing what they were doing. We were throwing more than 6,000 Minié balls a minute across that open field, not to mention what our artillery was doing. We should have trounced them an hour or more past, but somehow they were matching us almost shot for shot.
Suddenly, Forrest cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted in Johnson’s ear, “They’ve got repeaters, General.”
Johnson nodded, but never took his glasses from his eyes. He just continued to stare into the wall of smoke.
Repeaters? I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him right, what with noise and all. If I had, he must have meant the new Spencer repeating rifle we’d all heard about. I’d never seen one myself. But from all accounts, it held a load of seven .56 Minié balls in copper cartridges, and a man could fire them just as fast as he could crank the lever and thumb back the hammer. No wonder they were holding us.
MY REVIEW
Three Days in Hell: A Novel of the American Civil War by Blair HowardMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Three Days In Hell was read in six hours of angst.
How can I translate in words the amount of feelings that this story made me feel?
The book is full of action, action and more action. The Author have an excellent knowledge of the Civil War almost like he lived it and know all the characters. They are portrayed in the most vivid way, unbelievable.
Fast paced, historically accurate and amazingly written, this book deserves five stars and much more.
Extremely Recommended!!!
*I received a Free copy in exchange for an Honest review*
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Blair Howard was born and raised in England, near Stratford-upon-Avon (Shakespeare Country), close to the English Cotswolds. He writes sweeping historical epics, and is the author of four historical novels, with a fifth due to be released at the end of July this year: be on the lookout for Three Days in Hell: a Novel of the American Civil War. His current novels are: Chickamauga: a Novel of the American Civil War; The Mule Soldiers: a Novel of the American Civil War; The Chase: a Novel of the American Civil War: and Comanche: a Novel of the Old West. All of Blair's books are available on Amazon as eBooks or Paperbacks.
Blair is also a travel writer and professional photographer specializing in golf travel, vacation travel, and golf course photography. His travels take him throughout the United States, Europe and the Caribbean playing golf, writing about his experiences, and photographing the golf courses he visits. You can follow him on About.com here: http://abt.cm/1zoDpei.
Blair is the author of more than 40 books and more than 4,500 magazine, newspaper, and web articles. His work has appeared in many national and international publications, including Delta's Sky Magazine, PHOTOgraphic magazine, The Mail on Sunday, The Walking Magazine, Petersen's Hunting Magazine, The Boston Herald, The Detroit Free-Press, The Anchorage Times and many more.
On Twitter https://twitter.com/bcwhoward
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