
#OTD in 1898, the Rough Riders woke to heavy dew and clear skies, sprawled in a hasty camp behind the little Cuban village of Daiquirí, where they had landed the day before.
It had been a rough arrival. The dock was a wreck, the surf heaved, and two Buffalo Soldiers of the Tenth Cavalry had drowned coming ashore. Roosevelt's own horse, Rain-in-the-Face, had been killed in the unloading. His other mount, Little Texas, made it safely to the beach.
There was no time to settle in. Early in the afternoon, orders came to be ready to move; by about 3:00 p.m., under a scorching sun, the column started up the narrow path toward Siboney, where Spanish rearguard troops were falling back. Soft from two weeks penned on a transport, men staggered and shed gear along the trail — blankets, cans of meat, even coats — keeping only their rifles and cartridges.
Ahead lay a ridge called Las Guasimas, and the regiment's first battle the next morning. But June 23 was the day these green volunteers shouldered their packs and walked, on their own two feet, into the war they had crossed an ocean to find.
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