October 17 — We renewed our march this morning and moved to Martinsburg. I am weary and tired this evening, as the march to-day was very fatiguing, tasteless, and dull; the Yankee guards did not allow us to get as much water as we needed to drink, and I was thirsty all day. Camped in Martinsburg, near the Baltimore and Ohio depot. This evening our guard turned us over to the care of the One Hundred and Third New York Infantry.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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