Confederate Redoubt No. 1

Redoubt No. 1 was one of five redoubts built by Hood’s Confederate Army as it occupied the countryside south of Nashville in December 1864. These small earthen forts were commonly built early in the War to give the ‘citizen soldiers’ a sense of security. The forts became a common feature of trench works later during the War.
On the first day of the Battle of Nashville, December 15, the U.S. Army attacked all five forts. Redoubt No. 1 was the last to fall.
This redoubt is one of the last remaining sites of the Battle of Nashville and has been preserved, enhanced, and interpreted by the Battle of Nashville Preservation Society.


Above: “Awaiting the Inevitable,” a depiction of Redoubt No. 1 by BONPS President Philip Duer


Redoubt No. 1 was featured on the Summer 2004 cover of Hallowed Ground, the magazine of the Civil War Preservation Trust. The CWPT held their annual conference in Nashville in 2004.


In Memoriam

DECEMBER 15 AND 16, 1864

In the Sesquicentennial year, The Battle of Nashville Preservation Society, Inc. honored the memories of soldiers of the Union and Confederacy who fought and sacrificed in this profound historical event by placing memorial wreaths on two of its battlefield preservation sites which symbolize the deadly conflict on each of the two days of the battle — for December 15, 1864, Redoubt No. 1, and for December 16, 1864, Shy’s Hill. Below is President Philip Duer’s commentary on the event:

A Message from Philip Duer, President of BONPS

December 16th, 2011

As I ascended Shy’s hill this morning to place our memorial wreath below the flags flying at the summit, I was struck by the thought that this day was the same 147 years ago — a chillng rain, fog, and a coldness that made the day heavy and miserable.
But today was not the same, it was different; I could ascend the hill with no thoughts of harm save for slipping on some wet leaves, and I was comfortable in my waterproof jacket and boots. I had no fear of being shot, wounded or maimed. I calmly walked up the hill, not rushing in desperation to reach the top. No one was trying to kill me nor I them. I was climbing the hill in peace.
I had no grief nor emotional trauma to deal with from the horror of Franklin. I had no reason to keep my head down. I had no hunger pangs, thoughts of home, nor whether I could survive not only the cold but other men trying to take my life. I didn’t have to press my body against the earthworks. I could stand in safety and view the panorama from Shy’s Hill in contemplation as to what it must have been like. I could see the hills where Union artillery fired hundreds of shells. I could see the lines of infantry and cavalry forming up for the assault. I could try and picture the scene as men fell and died on both sides. But in reality, I could not know what it was like, I could not perceive the horror of watching friends die, of the fear and panic, of waiting for the dreaded inevitable conclusion or of the jubilation of victory.
No, today is not the same save in one respect and that has been that every year since the battle people have remembered those who fought and gave their lives for what they believed in as they saw it, which in the end made us all Americans. It is inconceivable today that the mistakes made to cause such a war will ever happen again. It is for that fact that we remember their sacrifices. I can leave that hill in peace as I found it.

Philip Duer