The sun came up this morning bright and warm. The morning
finds us in the same woods where we passed the night. A foraging party, sent
out last night from our regiment, returned with flour, bacon, hams. The
officers appropriated the best sugar-cured hams. Late in the night the hams
were taken from the officers' mess. No one seemed to know what became of them.
Officers put up a great kick, were mad through and through. Of course the boys
were all innocent. Punishment was in store for the rascals who stole the hams.
A fine nice piece found its way into my haversack. I did not put it there but
thought I could guess who did. I did not ask any questions. It sure was good to
eat.
I visited the river to take a look at the place where we
crossed during the battle of the 18th. Thought it another case of
mismanagement, although it did seem at times that men must be sacrificed in
order to find out the plans and location of the enemy. No troops should have
crossed that river at the time without being well supported. That was the way
we felt about it. The bed of the river was the grave of some of our boys.
Marching orders for early tomorrow morning. Hope to get a good night's rest.
SOURCE: Charles H. Lynch, The Civil War Diary,
1862-1865, of Charles H. Lynch 18th Conn. Vol's, p. 102-3
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