Getting so I can eat a little and like the gruel Have prided
myself all during the imprisonment on keeping a stiff upper lip while I saw big
strong men crying like children; cruelty and privations would never make me cry
— always so mad, but now it is different and weaken a little sometimes all to
myself. Land, my sick comrade, writes at my dictation.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
98
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