37th New Jersey Volunteer Infantry Regiment - Service

Service

The 37th Infantry was organized at Camp Delaware in Trenton, New Jersey, and mustered into service on June 23, 1864, for a term of one hundred days. The regiment was commanded by a veteran of the Army of the Potomac, Col. E. Burd Grubb. The ranks contained more than 700 men, many of whom had previous military experience. Before leaving camp on June 28, the new soldiers were issued one hundred smoothbore muskets altered to percussion caps and five-hundred and thirty-eight Enfield rifles.

Once the 37th New Jersey arrived in City Point, Virginia, they were put to work at depots near the Appomattox River unloading supply trains, relieving the veterans who had been doing this routine work. The 37th was assigned to the X Corps of the Army of the James, serving under Maj. Gen. David B. Birney.

On August 27, with more manpower needed in the front-lines, the regiment was ordered to man the trenches in front of Petersburg, and the next day, they arrived to support the Hare House Battery. During the Siege of Petersburg, the 37th suffered 34 men killed and wounded. On September 26, they were relieved by another regiment and transported back to Trenton.

The 37th New Jersey was mustered out of the army on October 1, 1864.

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