Nashville, Wednesday, Jan. 4. A very mild day. Camp is getting muddy again. Chopping wood all the forenoon. Relieved this afternoon by an extra duty squad who failed to turn out to roll call this morning. Estimated for clothing. Don’t know what the news is, got no money to buy a paper. A large back mail received, having been to Savannah and back. Amongst it I was very “tickled” to find my long-looked-for socks and gloves, so nicely knit, with a billet in each bearing the love of the maker. They make me truly warm by thinking of whence they came.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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