Rain continues. No prospect of a let up. I helped our
wagoner, Wm. Wetmore to water the mules. Had to go about a half mile from our
camp. My first ride on a mule. Rode one and led others. We are wondering if it
will ever stop raining. Wet through. Must attend to our duty and sleep on the
wet ground. Mud, mud, Virginia mud. Sticks like glue. Rain, rain.
SOURCE: Charles H. Lynch, The Civil War Diary,
1862-1865, of Charles H. Lynch 18th Conn. Vol's, p. 59
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