we-wawing

Updated: May 23, 2025

We marched through a little village, perhaps it was Taneytown. Our signalers were up in the steeple of a church on the street we were passing through, and their flags were we-wawing at a great rate. Before long the ambulance containing the corpse of Reynolds passed us. We halted for the night. After sundown our brigade, and probably the division, were in line of battle.

Charles Augustus Fuller - Personal Recollections of the War of 1861: As Private, Sergeant and Lieutenant in the Sixty-First Regiment, New York Volunteer Infantry