September 12 — In camp. We had a heavy rain this afternoon, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and a severe storm which uprooted a large tree near my shelter, that came very near falling on me. It was so near that a change of a few feet in my direction would have been “Farewell to the Star Spangled Banner” for me sure enough. In gratitude for my narrow escape I went to prayer meeting this evening like a good boy.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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