Alfred Gibbs - Brevet Awards; Post-war Service; Death

Brevet Awards; Post-war Service; Death

Gibbs commanded the 1st Brigade Cavalry Forces, Military Division of the Gulf, between August 20, 1865 and October 17, 1865 and the 1st Division between October 17, 1865 and December 15, 1865. He was mustered out of the volunteer service on February 1, 1866 and became major of the 7th United States Cavalry Regiment.

On January 13, 1866, President Andrew Johnson nominated Gibbs for the award of the honorary rank of brevet major general, United States Volunteers, to rank from March 13, 1865, and the U.S. Senate confirmed the award on March 12, 1866. On July 17, 1866, President Johnson nominated Gibbs for the award of the honorary rank of brevet major general, United States Army (Regular Army), to rank from March 13, 1865, and the U.S. Senate confirmed the award on July 23, 1866. Gibbs received his brevet awards for service at the Battle of Trevilian Station, the Third Battle of Winchester and the Battle of Five Forks.

Gibbs remained in the regular army following the war. After a leave of absence between January 15, 1866 and April 30, 1866 and recruiting service between April 30, 1866 and September 30, 1866, he served in various forts around Kansas, being transferred 9 times in 14 months. He died while on active duty as a major in the 7th U.S. Cavalry at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas of "congestion of the brain" on December 26, 1868. Alfred Gibbs is buried in Saint Mary's Episcopal Churchyard Portsmouth, Rhode Island.

Gibbs' son, Acting Assistant Surgeon John Blair Gibbs (b. 1858), was killed in action at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba on June 12, 1898. He was buried next to his father.

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