This is a hard spot
to get well in. Two poor fellows are near their end to all appearances, and it
is trying to hear them rave about home and their families. I am glad their
friends cannot see and hear them. And yet the hardened wretches called nurses
find something in it to laugh at. I wish I could change places between them and
the sick ones. Wrote three letters to-day and don't feel so very tired. Begin
to think Dr. Andrus was right. If he would only let me eat about four times as
much, what a jewel he would be.
SOURCE:
Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 91
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