Bridgeport, Sunday, Dec. 13. The heavy rain of yesterday and last night still continued, and in the afternoon it rained much heavier with strong wind which drove it through the tents, rendering everything wet and uncomfortable. Wrote an imperfect letter to Sister Ellen in A. M. The remainder of the day spent in reading Gleason’s Companion which I luckily hit on. Comrades in tent playing “poker” all day “for fun”. Laid down at night in wet blankets and aching bones.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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