A very quiet dull day; am looking for news from the Army of
the Potomac; nothing has occurred since we left; those armies watch each other,
while we do what little fighting there is done. So much constant chasing of the
enemy night and day, frequent brushes, laying on our arms from 3 o'clock till
daylight, etc., is very wearing and I shall be glad when Early is licked, as he
surely will be for Sheridan fights like a tornado — he does things. He's
getting a good ready, and we'll be heard from soon. Ta, ta, Early! Run back to
Petersburg! The peace party seems to be dissatisfied with McClellan. In my
opinion his stock's below par, at the same time if his party nominate a new man
it will be the best thing that can happen for us; wonder if most of Company E
don't sympathize with the peace party? Hope my men are not fickle politically —
like Jacob's coat of many colors. It takes a strong man in these times, though,
to stand up to the rack when there isn't much in it but ammunition, and it's
grimly give and take with no white feather mix, and neither army will give up.
Wonder if we won't be abused for all this bye and bye by other than copperheads?
SOURCE: Lemuel Abijah Abbott, Personal Recollections
and Civil War Diary, 1864, p. 146
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