History of the Second Massachusetts Regiment of Infantry: A prisoner's diary: A paper read at the officers' reunion in Boston, May 11, 1877 — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
History of the Second Massachusetts Regiment of Infantry: A prisoner's diary: A paper read at the officers' reunion in Boston, May 11, 1877
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Just had a visit from Joshua Munroe,--and a cheering visit, indeed,--a
descendant of Israel Munroe of Lexington fight, and here an Israelite
among the Philistines. Rebel soldier, just leaving for his regiment,
shakes hands all round with our men, who enjoin him to take care of
himself. And how soon these men may be putting daylight through each
other! Note: I have experienced from rebel privates almost uniform
kindness, good-fellowship, _camaraderie_; they treat one as
fellow-soldier. And as for our men, they fraternize as though the
strawberry mark of brotherhood was on every arm. All the insult, all
the bitterness and ill-treatment, have come from officers and citizens
of high position in society, and from the women, whose envenomed
tongues are let loose upon the wounded prisoner without mercy. This
space [referring to the space in the diary under the printed date of
Saturday, May 24] is the date of our midnight fight on the dark road;
and this [Sunday 25] of our fight and flight to the Potomac, when hell
broke loose in Winchester town; and this Sunday is just such another,
cool and bright; and this morning [Monday, May 26] A, B, E, and K,
were left on picket at the fence and in woods, with a section of
Cothran, under Lieutenant Peabody. That was the work that tried our
souls. Ned and Dick, brave fellows, both gone before. "We a little
longer wait, but how little who can know!"
Two men have died on this floor within the last twelve hours,--the old
man Carter with the consumption, and the lieutenant with the typhoid,
the former last night and the latter just now. This afternoon
[Wednesday, May 28], we crossed the river; and how good camp was!
_Monday, October 6._--Got letters from home last night, through Jim
Savage, who still lives,--God be praised!--though with one leg off,
and a shattered shoulder. Add to that that we are promised the parole
of the yard; add to that orders expected for Richmond in a few days.
I'll bet my knapsack will be packed when the assembly beats. However,
we'll not count this chicken before he chips the shell, as
old ---- has tried to addle the egg all he could.