No Greater Courage: A Novel of the Battle of Fredericksburg
by Richard Croker
Among the many perks that we enjoy as residents of Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania and Stafford counties, perhaps the most noticeable is the remarkable sum of history that surrounds us. One can hardly go to the store without passing a roadside monument or marker that testifies to some special incident of historical significance.
In short, our soil is hallowed soil, and for that we should all feel very fortunate. Why else would thousands of tourists travel here from all over the world to experience our little patch in the fabric of American culture?
From the American Revolution to the War Between the States, no other event in the history of our town is more significant or notable than the Battle of Fredericksburg, a terrible clash of epic proportions that was fought in, over and around the city on Dec. 11-15, 1862.
This mêlee, between Gen. Robert E. Lee’s Confederate Army of Northern Virginia and the Union’s Army of the Potomac, commanded by Maj. Gen. Ambrose E. Burnside, is remembered as one of the most one-sided battles of the American Civil War. It put Fredericksburg “back on the map,” so to speak.
One of the most disturbing factors in this particular engagement was the staggering loss of life suffered by the invading Union forces. The end result was the senseless sacrifice of thousands of Federal soldiers in frontal assaults against entrenched Confederate defenders on the heights behind the city, bringing to an early end their campaign against the Confederate capital of Richmond.
The Richmond Examiner described it as a “stunning defeat to the invader, a splendid victory to the defender of the sacred soil.”
Civil War novelist Richard Croker’s newest effort, “No Greater Courage: A Novel of the Battle of Fredericksburg,” presents the events leading up to, during and after this engagement, in all of its futility and glory. As with his first book, “To Make Men Free: A Novel of the Battle of Antietam,” the author takes the reader on a whirlwind journey, from the battlefield to the boardroom and beyond. For Free Lance-Star readers, this book hits especially close to home.
First and foremost, I must admit that as a resident of the Fredericksburg area, I was anxious to read this particular novel. As the story takes place in our own backyard, I felt that I had a personal interest in how our town’s history was portrayed. I even went so far as to personally visit a few sections of the battlefield, in order to read an account while staring at the exact spot where it transpired. Now that’s a very cool way to read a Civil War book, and I recommend it highly.
As a result, I can attest to both the accuracy and completeness of Croker’s portrayals, as well as his continued commitment to meticulous research that we have come to expect. Much as in his Antietam study, this author took the time to work with some of our own local experts in order to assure that the story was told with integrity. While still acknowledging the book as a novel, Croker likes to refer to his work as “unfiction” and has labored to tell the truth in an artistic form.
The story opens well before the actual battle, as we are presented with an intimate look at the day-to-day struggles between President Abraham Lincoln, his Cabinet and the supreme command of the Union army.
Immediately following his replacement of Maj. Gen. George McClellan with a reluctant Ambrose Burnside, both political and military opinions begin to clash and we begin to understand just how difficult Lincoln’s job really was. Far beyond the monumental task of managing a war, this leader was surrounded by adversaries on the inside and thus had to wage a campaign of his own within the White House.
As we are transported from the hostile halls of Washington into the field, we begin to see an imminent collapse in the Federal forces’ chain of command and the difficulties with coordinating the movement of troops and supplies. A feeling of doom lies on the horizon, and the tremendous advantage that this bestows upon the Confederate forces becomes apparent.
In short, if anything could have gone wrong with the North’s preparations leading up to the fight, it did. This would lead one to think that the implementation of an alternative plan would be in order. Unfortunately for the Union, Burnside didn’t agree and the toll for being stubborn was costly.
In a nice change of pace for historical novels, Croker’s story line includes all of the big names that are to be expected, but recalls the majority of events through the eyes of very minor characters. No less authentic than their superiors, these individuals depict the grunts’ perspective and the misery of Civil War campaigning.
The author has also once again provided the reader with a detailed cast of characters in the beginning, as well as a complete biographical index that explains what will become of each major character and what events are factual and which ones are embellished. This should be mandatory in all historical novels.
Even those with a casual knowledge of the battle are probably familiar with the “usual highlights” that Croker has used as a foundation. These include the Union army’s being delayed too long at the river as the soldiers awaited the arrival of pontoon bridges; Gen. Lee’s brilliant strategy of temporarily abandoning the town in favor of deploying to the high ground beyond the city; the disastrous charges toward the famous stone wall; and the merciful acts of Sgt. Richard Kirkland, the “Angel of Marye’s Heights.”
These facts and more are covered in Croker’s wonderfully descriptive manner, and he does a nice job of keeping the story line moving in cadence with the battle. As important events unfold on both sides, we begin to understand the total sense of chaos and carnage that confronted the Union and Confederate commanders.
As the combat at the stone wall progresses, it is hard not to acknowledge both the gallantry and ignorance of Napoleonic warfare. It seems almost too much to bear at times, as wave after wave of Union troops march straight to their death. Particularly noteworthy is the suicidal charge by the Irish Brigade, which was exceptionally costly. According to reports, not a single blue shirt made it to within 50 yards of the wall. There is a moment of hope for the Federals, though, as Gen. George Meade’s men are able to break through a section of Gen. “Stonewall” Jackson’s line, but the victory is short-lived and the Confederate forces are able to close the gap. The rest of the engagement is covered in vivid and at times disturbing detail.
While these events are transpiring, the story shifts back to the capital and into the sometimes depressing mind of Abraham Lincoln. We see, through his eyes, how the events in Fredericksburg are either being intentionally miscommunicated or politically spun, in accordance with an agenda. Strategically poor management and inflated egos may have heavily influenced the outcome of the battle.
Politically, the blame lies with party partisanship. It appears that, much as today, Republicans and Democrats were not willing to work together. Unfortunately, this resulted in a tremendous loss of life and massive damage to the town. For the president, it was a blow that would haunt him for months.
The Confederate forces deserve credit for their brilliant deployments, steadfast bravery and an unwavering commitment to defending the local population. The Union may have fallen victim to undermining circumstances, but the Rebels fought valiantly and earned just as many accolades on the field as the “Yankee invaders.”
As a result, Croker makes a concerted effort to recognize the outstanding actions of several less-heralded soldiers, such as Col. Edward Porter Alexander, whose artillery performed magnificently on the heights above the stone wall.
In an e-mail interview with me, Croker explained his inspiration for writing the book. He recalled: “Back when I was only a ‘buff’ and I made my first sojourn to Fredericksburg, I got up early in the morning and asked directions from the hotel clerk to the Battlefield Visitor Center. She was cute, and nice, and about 17 years old, and her response was, ‘What do you want to go there for?’ I was speechless.”
He added: “Now that I know more about the significance of the battle, I find her response that much more disturbing. The book is entitled ‘No Greater Courage’ for a reason. It was in your town that American soldiers demonstrated astonishing bravery unsurpassed in any fight in any war ever fought. We must honor them, these magnificent men on both sides, and learn from them how ordinary men become heroes.”
Thanks to “No Greater Courage,” readers can now see the Battle of Fredericksburg from various viewpoints: the good, the bad and the ugly. With an equal emphasis on glory and futility, Croker has written a novel that is very educational and highly entertaining. I feel that he has given me a new perspective on what transpired here in 1862.
To quote the author himself: “These are the real-people folks–doing what they really did.”
Publishers and authors who would like me to review books should contact me at ma@pinstripepress.net. I am happy to look at books related to the Civil War, Revolutionary War, Founding Fathers and 18th and 19th century United States history. Reviews will be posted on this blog and Today’s History Lesson Facebook page.
The NAKED HISTORIAN 