About camp and
hospital yesterday, getting well every minute. Except that I am skin poor and
tire out easily, I am well. My little looking-glass first told me what a change
my sickness made in my looks, but I can see my old self coming back every day
now. A short meeting to-day, the only thing besides my diary to remind me it is
Sunday, God's day. He only asks one day in seven, and it seems as if more
attention should be paid it.
SOURCE:
Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 98
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