Christmas Morn. The
boys made very happy last night over the prospect of returning to our camp.
Spent the evening singing, making speeches, having a good time. It was late
when the tumult ceased and we lay down for a little rest and sleep. Our second
Christmas in the service. We bid goodbye to old Charlestown as we go marching
on, singing and cheering, on to Martinsburg. Weather fine, a perfect day. Hard
marching over a very rough road. At 1 P. M. stopped for rest and rations. Again
on the march, passing through Leestown, fording the Opequan Creek. Pushing
right along, anxious to reach camp. About two miles from Martinsburg passed the
picket line. With music by the drum corps and every man in line, we marched
through the town, reaching camp just before dark. The guard left in charge of
our camp gave us a hearty welcome. Very tired, glad to tumble into our tents
after an absence of sixteen days.
SOURCE: Charles H.
Lynch, The Civil War Diary, 1862-1865, of Charles H. Lynch 18th Conn.
Vol's, p. 33-4
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