THE CIVIL WAR DIARY OF JOHN G. MORRISON 1861-1865
THE CIVIL WAR DIARY OF JOHN G. MORRISON 1861-1865
THE CIVIL WAR DIARY OF JOHN G. MORRISON 1861-1865
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again. I received a letter from my wife and answered it<br />
forthwith and thus ended the day.<br />
Thursday, Oct. 24th. Detailed for fatigue duty to Fort<br />
Wadsworth. Waited there two hours before we were set to<br />
work. Went about 1/4 of a mile to make and sett Abbatti.<br />
Heard it was to prevent the approach of the rebel cavalry who<br />
were expected today. It is said that the enemy is at Fairfax<br />
Court house, 40,000 strong, and it is thought they intended<br />
making a demonstration against us today. Let them come, and<br />
if they don't get something that is not laid down in the<br />
book, then I'm no prophet. Spent the afternoon reading de<br />
Quincey's<br />
opium eater. Curious revelations, certainly. There was no<br />
truth in the report that our men were taken prisoners.<br />
Turned in about 9 P.M. mighty cold.<br />
Friday, Oct. 25th. Turned out this morning to find the<br />
ground covered with frost. Mighty cold night. Their idea to<br />
be put in practice today. Our battallion with knapsacks on.<br />
Good idea, that, to accustom the men to carry their packs.<br />
Slung on knapsacks at 3 P.M. Started towards Falls Church.<br />
Turned off to the right in a field and drilled about an hour.<br />
Hard work to carry a pack all day. For an hour or two, it<br />
don't<br />
[39] feel heavy, but after that it begins to tell. I had almost<br />
forgotten, it is just seven years today since the fight at<br />
Balaklava. I was not there, but some of my regiment was, but<br />
not in a body, though [they] tell of the hardships of this<br />
campaign in Virginia -- why, it is child's play in comparison<br />
to the campaigns of 1855 and 6. "It" was soldiering with a<br />
vengeance. I thought then that if I got out of that scrape<br />
that my soldiering was done forever, but after a lapse of six<br />
short years, I find myself in harness again but for a<br />
different cause. I was fighting for what was of no interest<br />
to me personally, but in this case, if we are beaten, the<br />
America of which we were all so proud will pass away to give<br />
place to I don't know what. Perhaps like Mexico, perhaps a<br />
monarchy, bothe equally bad.<br />
Sunday, Oct. 27th. Went through the usual routine of Sunday<br />
work, excepting the church service, which we did not have,<br />
the minister being on leave of absence home.<br />
Monday, Oct. 28th. Arose at 5 1/2 A.M. Cold morning. At 9<br />
1/2 A.M. four privates and all the non-commissioned officers<br />
in every company in the regiment were detailed for skeleton<br />
drill. In lieu of muskets they had poles 16 feet long. A<br />
man held the end of each pole and that kept them at platoon<br />
distance to ensue the place of a platoon of men. It is taken<br />
from the French to learn the men to keep their distance. I<br />
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