The kaleidoscope has taken another turn. Six hundred taken
away this forenoon; don't know where to. As I was about the last to come to
Millen, my turn will not come for some days if only six hundred are taken out
each day. Rebels say they go straight to our lines, but their being heavily
guarded and every possible precaution taken to prevent their escape, it does
not look like our lines to me. Probably go to Charleston; that seems to be the
jumping off place. Charleston, for some reason or other, seems a bad place to
go to. Any city familiar with the war I want to avoid. Shall hang back as long
as I can, content to let well enough alone. Some of my friends, of which
Bullock is one, flanked out with those going off. What I mean by “flanked out”
is crowding in when it is not their turn and going with the crowd. Hendryx and
I did that when we left Belle Isle, and we brought up in Andersonville. Will
let those do the flanking who want to, I don't.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
116
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