On picket duty at
Catonsville again. The people and the peaches are just as good as ever. We are
glad enough of this outing, after our hard day yesterday. The six-mile walk has
given us good appetites and the prospects of a good feeding when dinner time
comes makes us feel like colts turned out to grass.
Night. Some of my
squad, when off duty, went visiting the posts farther out, and having found
some whiskey, got gloriously drunk. The sober ones have to do double duty, and
the drunks are locked in an empty omnibus which stands beside the road. What
sort of punishment will fit their offense I don't know. They have been so happy
this afternoon, they can afford to be made miserable for a day or two. They are
sound asleep now, unmindful of coming consequences. The fine record we made
when here before has gone all to pieces and that is really the worst thing
about it.
SOURCE:
Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 38
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