24th Independent Battery New York Light Artillery
Organized as Battery "B", New York Rocket Battalion, and designated 24th Battery February 11, 1863, having served as such provisionally from October 19, 1862. Attached to Artillery Brigade, Dept. of North Carolina, to January 1863. Artillery Brigade, 18th Army Corps, Dept. of North Carolina, to May 1863. District of the Albemarle, Dept. of North Carolina, to July 1863, and Dept. of Virginia and North Carolina to February 1864. District of Plymouth, N. C., to April 1864.
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... Transferred to 3rd New York Light Artillery as Battery "L" March 8, 1865 ... Battery lost during service 4 men killed in action or mortally wounded and 77 men dead from disease, for a total of 81 fatalities ...
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