Cold as ever; got an old rotten, dirty wall tent and put it
up; took the men's receipts for shelter tents; fingers very cold and numb from
writing; camp dirty; men complaining because they have no clothes;
quartermaster ordered to his regiment; no one to issue clothing. Oh, dear! When
will I get out of this? I'm disgusted with the management here. General Stevenson
wants to put me on his staff as Depot Quartermaster at Harper's Ferry; sent for
me and urged me to accept; told him I preferred a fighting position to the end
of the war with my regiment at the front; think he was vexed with me, but I
can't help it. I'm no shirk from battle if I have been four times wounded! I'm
no quitter! besides I don't want to be filled with remorse in years to come
that I shirked the front when needed. I propose to be able to look any man in
the eye without flinchng on that score.
SOURCE: Lemuel Abijah Abbott, Personal Recollections
and Civil War Diary, 1864, p. 236-7
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