CAMP NEAR MEMPHIS, Aug.
20, 1862.
MY DEAR MOTHER:
Our army here is now being thoroughly disciplined. Parades and
reviews are of daily occurrence. On Saturday, as Chief of Staff to General
Sherman, I witnessed a fine review of General Hurlbut's division. Yesterday our
own brigade was reviewed. It is considered the most soldierly body of troops in
the Army of the Tennessee. Our Brigadier-General is a terrible martinet, but
well calculated to make good soldiers. I assure you, a parade of such a brigade
as ours is an imposing sight.
I send you my “carte.” Can you recognize any likeness to the
little whitehead who clung round your knee lang syne? He’s had some rough encounters with the world
that opened so bright upon him, since those days at Dorchester. The image of
his young mother is ever before his mind, her dear bright eyes still gaze into
his. He dreams he still feels the impress of her kiss.
SOURCE: Walter George Smith, Life and letters of
Thomas Kilby Smith, p. 236
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