Thursday, 11th.—Rained tremendous hard rain late yesterday evening; had to sleep in ditches where water and mud was half-leg deep. Every flash of lightning, the Yanks would shoot at any one who chanced to have his head above the works.
Robert M. Magill—Personal Reminiscences of a Confederate Soldier Boy.
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