Back in Camp
Millington, and the rest of the day is ours. A letter from Miss Hull, in answer
to one written her mother. It was full of home news, and I feel as if I had
been there. My homesick fit has left me, but it was a terror while it lasted. I
believe it is more common than we think. I see many faces yet that look just as
mine felt. Like me they keep it to themselves, or possibly tell it to their
diaries, as I did to mine. I am not the only one who keeps a diary. There are
plenty of others who do, and others still who say they can remember enough of
it without writing it down. In the afternoon Lieutenant Dutcher invited me to
go for a walk. We followed the Baltimore & Ohio R. R. for about a mile and
came to abandoned camp grounds nearly all the way. We found some housekeeping
necessities which we brought back with us. After dress parade, we visited about
until roll-call, and are going to bed early, for to-morrow the grind begins
again. Good-night.
SOURCE:
Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 45
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