A couple days ago, I talked about the 11th Corps at Chancellorsville, when the mostly German troops were (literally) caught napping by Stonewall’s flank attack and routed. But not all of them ran. Lemme tell you about a Medal of Honor winner they called “Leatherbreeches" …
Meet Hubert Anton Casimir Dilger -- you may recognize his stylish European haughtiness from such places as the Eurovision semi-finals or the Black Forest of Germany, where he attended the famed Karlsruhe Military Academy and served in the Grand Duke of Baden’s Horse Artillery.
Fate, of course, dictated that Dilger fell in love with the Grand Duke’s daughter -- cuz isn’t that what 90 percent of European literature is about? A rakish young officer from the Wrong Side of Baden-Baden tries to woo the Duke’s daughter in a passionate but hopeless romance?
So when the Civil War broke out, the Grand Duke was MORE than happy to accept Dilger’s request to fight for the Union. “Sure, Hubert, check out the USA. Hell, SOMEONE has to introduce a decent lager to the Midwest. Otherwise, they’ll convince themselves that IPAs are drinkable."
Using his connections from Germany, Dilger was made a captain of Battery I in the 1st Ohio Light Artillery. And it was soon called “Dilger’s Battery,” cuz folks realized the brash young officer did things a little differently (and, umm, far better) than his American colleagues.
For one, Dilger was a literal Fancy Pants. That’s right, Victorian fashionistas: you can keep your denim or wool or homespun cloth -- the only material Hubert deemed worthy of covering HIS heroic haunches was the finest buckskin.

And the nickname “Leatherbreeches” was born ...
(I know what you’re thinking: “Okay, CWH, but where does this put Dilger on the pantheon of History’s Great Leather Pants Wearers?” On my list, he’s right behind Mick Jagger and Lenny Kravitz -- careful with that zipper, Lenny! But the top spot, obviously, belongs to Diana Rigg.)
Fast-forward to Chancellorsville -- where, as I mentioned in my post on Sunday, not everyone was caught off-guard by Stonewall’s flank attack. Dilger hadn’t come to these shores just to sit around and make Schnitzel; he rode way to the north and saw Stonewall’s men approaching.
Dilger galloped back to Hooker’s HQ, where you’ll be shocked to learn that the warnings of a lowly artillery captain (and a German at that!) went unheeded. So Dilger returned to the 11th Corps and wearily told his men to keep the horses nearby and swab out the cannons. (Gulp.)
As Stonewall’s men charged, Dilger fired canister, then dropped back 100 yards, reloading and firing, then dropping back. It was a delaying tactic not unlike Buford’s at Gettysburg, only instead of doing it with dismounted cavalry, Dilger was DRAGGING A FUCKING CANNON BEHIND HIM.
Dilger’s Medal of Honor says he “fought his guns until the enemy were upon him, then with one gun hauled in the road by hand he formed the rear guard and kept the enemy at bay by the rapidity of his fire and was the last man in the retreat.”

(You try doing that in NORMAL pants.)
Dilger had another big day at Gettysburg, where he arrived on the field, unlimbered his guns, aimed a cannon, and fired. “What effect, Captain?” he was asked. Peering through his glass, he said: “I have spiked a gun for them, plugging it in the muzzle.”

A Civil War Hole-In-One.
That’s why the Civil War fascinates me: Dilger could have spent his life strutting down the catwalks of Berlin, rocking his leather pants to a godawful mix of 1860s polka and early techno. But, nope, he went to Ohio instead, to help Yankees blow Rebel caissons all to hell. #Danke
Alas, the apples fell pretty far from the tree. Dilger’s son, educated in Germany, hatched a plan to poison US livestock with anthrax during WW I, and two of his grandsons were Nazi generals (although another was in the US Navy.) So it was brother against brother all over again.
But I wonder if Dilger ever thought about his stand at Chancellorsville, and the Duke who mocked his youthful ardor. “Who do you think you are, Frederick the Great?” the Duke probably sneered. “You’re Hubert the Nobody.”

And he’d say: "Not anymore. I’m Leatherbreeches, bitch.”

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