Saratoga, New York
January 1864
Burgoyne had been up since four and in the saddle since five. The first attack had come in darkness, beginning with artillery. Most of the shots had been long, as they always were. In sixty years of soldiering, he’d seldom seen gunners fire short.
By six, still in darkness, infantry was on the move and the British general could follow first contact all along the line by the sound of rifle fire. Shortly after six, staff officers started arriving, the men as high strung as their horses, some in battle for the first time, all alive at least for now with excitement. Standing in their stirrups, breathless from the ride and from the thrill, they delivered the first reports from the regimental commanders, like this from the 92nd of Foot: Regt engaged all along the line. Enemy attacking in force. Will need ammunition later in the morning.
From all the reports it was clear that his army was holding its position for the time being. Let McClellan keep coming, throw everything he has at us, thought Burgoyne. Play himself out, then, perhaps by late afternoon, I’ll hit him with the reserve, and we shall truly test his mettle.
At seven o’clock, a staff officer rode up, saluted Burgoyne, and said, “Sir, General Gordon’s compliments, and he wishes to report that Union infantry in his front have surrendered. In brigade strength or more.”
“Thank you, Major. My compliments to General Gordon, and he should await my order before advancing. We shall move forward all along the line at the proper time.”
“Sir, em, there’s more. The Union troops. They’ve surrendered.”
“So you reported, Major.”
“Yes, but they’ve asked to switch sides.”
“Have they indeed? An intriguing turn of events.”
Just then Packenham, who had carried a message to General Campbell, rode up, a Union colonel in tow.
“Sir, may I present Colonel Kelly? The colonel commands the Irish brigade, which led the attack in General Gordon’s front.”
“A pleasure, Colonel. Have you anything to tell me?”
Even in the low light it was clear that Kelly was red faced and in a dark mood. “As agreed, General, my men are now under your command. God help us.”
“Colonel, have other Irish soldiers followed your brigade’s lead?”
Kelly looked at the ground. “I believe so. I spoke to a half-dozen commanders of mostly Irish regiments last night. I was very convincing. I believe most of them will do as I did.”
“Thank you, Colonel. Thomas, please escort Colonel Kelly back to General Gordon. My orders for the general are that the colonel’s men be deployed where and how they will be of the most use to him.”
“General, we have your word that Home Rule for Ireland will be implemented as soon as the war ends, do we not?”
Burgoyne looked at him. “Yes. You have my word.” For whatever it may be worth, he added to himself.
Packenham wheeled his horse. “Follow me if you please, Colonel.” He touched his hat to Burgoyne, and they were off at a gallop.
Astonishing, thought Burgoyne. They’ve placed their faith and their very lives in my hands. Committed treason to their adopted country on my word and a handshake. I wonder if the crown has any intention whatsoever of honoring the agreement. God help them.