Six: The Scott Raid – August 1st, 1863“Fire!” Cannons roared spewing fire and iron from the top of a gradual slope pounding the small town of Williamsburg and the surrounding tree line that was rumored to be infested with Confederates. I waited patiently in the early morning air lined up with the rest of the Eighth as Captain Masengill and his Lieutenants spoke with the Officers of the Ohio Forty Fourth Infantry unit that had been holding back the Rebs. Each time the cannons roared Abigail flinched a little and I leaned on her patting her neck down giving reassurance that everything would be fine.
“It's alright girl. Those cannons aren't meant for us. Quiet now girl.” She shook her head and snorted loudly in protest. “Steady girl, I need you steady today.” Beyond the four blistering canno
