Last night we fell back to Mount Jackson, when orders were
given to fall back, or to continue the march. I am about worn out for the want
of sleep and rest. This is war and the life of a soldier. With all our troubles
it continues to rain very hard and the mud is deep. Hard work to keep on the
march. We surely are suffering for our country. Reverses will come, we cannot
help it. We try to do our duty. I am so tired and worn out that I fell asleep
on the march last night. This may seem almost incredible. These are true facts
that I am writing.
After a continuous march we reached the town of Strasburg
late this afternoon. Passed through the town, wading Cedar Creek, going into
camp on the north side, close to the creek. As soon as we halted, dropped down
on the ground and fell asleep, so tired and worn out. Thankful for the
privilege. The ground for a bed and the sky for a covering. We are now thirty
miles from yesterday's scenes. Our scouts brought in a bushwhacker, a tough
looking specimen of humanity. Not much mercy is shown to them.
SOURCE: Charles H. Lynch, The Civil War Diary,
1862-1865, of Charles H. Lynch 18th Conn. Vol's, p. 61
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