March 6th. Sunday. Cloudy and cold. Attended church in town. Wrote letters. Late this afternoon marching orders received. Leave camp on the morrow for parts unknown to us. Soldiers must obey orders and not ask questions. At times some movements look very foolish to us. We often wish the war was over and we could go marching homeward. The people suffer very much from the effects of the war. Thankful it is no nearer to old Connecticut. The guerillas and scouts keep us on the alert all the time as they are liable to show up at any time. They raid trains on the B. & O. R. R. Seem to know when they can make a good haul.
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