Bridgeport, Tuesday, Dec. 8. A cold- rainy day, very disagreeable in camp; naturally thought much of home and its comforts. But we looked forward to the happy time coming when we will be permitted to join the circle on the old hearth stone and know war no more. May the day soon come. I am not impatient but anxious.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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