April 12th. Nothing important has taken place. Our regular routine of duty goes on from day to day. A strong picket guard is kept up owing to the guerillas in these mountains. Mosby is the chief among them. This seems to be the rainy season, judging by the way it comes down. Mud, mud, sticky Virginia mud. At every step one must lift a load of it, as it sticks to our army shoes. It helps to add misery to our camp life. Well, we are Uncle Sam’s soldiers, doing our duty from day to day.
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