He lost his right arm at Fair Oaks, but he is in the saddle again.
The day after the battle of Fair Oaks, a splendid sword was presented to me.
In the Fair Oaks farmhouse, the dead, the dying, and the severely wounded lay together.
An interval of time, a march through mud and water almost waist deep, brought us to Fair Oaks, within sight of Richmond.
The victory at Fair Oaks had raised the hopes of that brave, thinking army.
They quickly gave way, and retreated in confusion back to their entrenchments near Fair Oaks farm.
This was the general state of things at the time when the battle of Fair Oaks was fought, June 1, 1862.
He advanced within seven miles of that city, where was fought the battle of Fair Oaks.
It was on the bloody field of Fair Oaks, at the end of the second day.
We went into Fair Oaks nine hundred and eighty-four strong, and came out four—three men and one officer!