Up early, and on the march to Jackson, as we suppose.
I dreamed of my bunk-mate last night. Wonder if his remains
will be put where they can be found, for I would like, if I ever get the
chance, to put a board with his name on it at the head of his grave. When we
enlisted we all paired off, each selecting his comrade—such a one as would be
congenial and agreeable to him—and as yesterday's battle broke a good many such
bonds, new ties have been forming,—as the boys say, new couples are getting
married. If married people could always live as congenial and content as two
soldiers sleeping under the same blanket, there would be more happiness in the
world. I shall await the return of one of the wounded.
We arrived at Clinton after dark, a place on the Jackson and
Vicksburg railroad. Yesterday a train ran through, the last that will ever be
run by confederates. The orders are to destroy the road here in each direction.
We expected to have to fight for this spot, but instead we took possession
unmolested. "Cotton is king," and finding a good deal here, we have
made our beds of it.
SOURCE: Osborn Hamiline Oldroyd, A Soldier's Story
of the Siege of Vicksburg, p. 19-20
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