From day to day nothing but the weary routine of camp and picket duty greets us—rain or shine the same continual thing—no relaxation. But such is the soldier's life. These sleepless nights, surrounded by a chilling atmosphere, incident to the climate, watching for lurking traitors, is not an enviable life; but cheerfully the sentry paces his lonely path, and when his hours are up he rolls in his blanket upon the cold damp ground, and is soon lost in dreams, perhaps of home, perhaps of battles, the clash of steel and the roar of cannon.
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment
Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 171-2
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