Last night I talked with a guard while Mike Hoare went out of his
tunnel and got away safely from the hospital. The guard was on the inside and I
hobbled to where he was and engaged him in conversation and Mike crawled away.
It seems that Mike learned of some union Irish citizens in the city and his
idea is to reach them which he may do, as there are scarcely any troops about
the city, all being to the front. Now I am alone, best friends all gone one way
or the other. The only acquaintances here now are Land and Sergt. Winn, with
whom I became acquainted in Andersonville. Not like my other friends though. It
is said there are half a dozen hospitals similar to this in Savannah
which are filled with Andersonville wrecks. They have need to do something to
redeem themselves from past conduct. Don't believe that it is the Confederacy
that is taking such good care of us, but it is the city of Savannah; that is
about the way it is as near as I can find out.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p. 105
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