Following the American Civil War Sesquicentennial with day by day writings of the time, currently 1863.

Tenleytown, D. C., April 29th, 1865.

I can write of nothing, just now, but “Home, Sweet Home;” can think of nothing else. Is it a wonder? When work was to be done, did I not set my face, like flint, to do it? And now, the task complete, our Nation’s unity restored, slavery wiped out, and peace secured, is it any wonder my impatient soul chafes at restraint? But, patience, thou spirit of unrest. I have been making out muster rolls today; tomorrow we muster. Captain Sudborough has returned. He learned, in Philadelphia, that we were coming, and hastened to join us, that he might go home with the regiment. Every detailed man has been returned. The next muster rolls I make will be to muster us out of the service.

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