ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND.
This morning we pitched our tents once more Camp Oliver. This seems
like home again. We shall now have little else than guard duty to perform, keep
ourselves slicked up and do the town. This is what we call being on waiting
orders, but as the colonel has not had a hack at us lately, I presume he will
want to practice some new evolutions he has been studying up out of the
tactics. At any rate, we shall not long remain idle.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of Rambles with the 25th Mass.
Volunteer Infantry, p. 91
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