There is no such thing as delicacy here. Nine out of ten
would as soon eat with a corpse for a table as any other way. In the middle of
last night I was awakened by being kicked by a dying man. He was soon dead. In
his struggles he had floundered clear into our bed Got up and moved the body
off a few feet, and again went to sleep to dream of the hideous sights. I can
never get used to it as some do. Often wake most scared to death, and
shuddering from head to foot. Almost dread to go to sleep on this account. I am
getting worse and worse, and prison ditto.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
88
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