Trolca

It was one of those moments that the soldiers of both sides always remembered, the small Wisconsin regiment alone in the open field, seemingly doomed as a thick Confederate line swept toward it. But to the amaze of the Confederate leaders, the Black Hats knelt in their tracks as though bidding them to come on. The Second Wisconsin men bethought themselves of all they had told the Sixth and Seventh of what it meant to stand fire and if fifty brigades, instead of five, had burst upon them, there was men in those stubborn ranks that would never have yielded an inch.