Chattanooga, Friday, March 31. Pelt much better after a good night’s rest. A very cold morning for this season. Notified by Corporal Ray to get my breakfast early and go out to the hill to chop and load logs. Gone all day. I found four letters when I returned, and in them I was surprised to find the familiar faces of Sisters Mary and Ellen. Look as they used to three years ago. I assigned them a prominent place in my album, which is a precious treasure to me.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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