I was moved up to Winchester yesterday with the rest of the
wounded. The city is one vast hospital — in fact nearly every house is used to
accommodate the wounded, and it was a smart place of about four thousand before
the war, but now is one of about ten thousand, owing to this battle. Most of
the wounded officers were left at Taylor's Hotel. The surgeons for home. Well,
let them go, they are deserving of such joy! It's a good regiment. My wound has
gotten very sore and painful and don't give me a moment's peace. My system is
beginning to feel the strain, too, and my tongue seems paralyzed yet. I can't
utter a word. At any rate I'm not noisy company for anyone — not even the
ladies here who are very sympathetic.
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SOURCE: Lemuel Abijah Abbott, Personal Recollections
and Civil War Diary, 1864, p. 210-3
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