September 18 — Late yesterday afternoon some of the enemy’s shell set some buildings on fire in Sharpsburg and the flames threw a red glare on the sky that reflected a pale ghostly light over the battle plain strewn with the upturned faces of the dead. Early this morning we went about a mile to the right of the Shepherdstown road, or rather down toward the right of our line, on picket. This afternoon there was some firing between the sharpshooters around and near our picket post. We bivouacked near our picket post. The Yankees came over to-day under a white flag and asked permission to bury their dead.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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