Camp Beckley, Apr. 22nd.
As yet, our march has been deferred.
Rain, incessantly pouring down, has been our
principal visitant, a most unwelcome one
truly when continuing so long.
And Mud! shades of green arbors, &
velvety grass plats, what a sight.
A perfect ocean (in miniature) of
this unpleasant semi-liquid, and, in
boatmen’s language, still rising.
Navigation is open to the door of
every tent. We, ‘poor sojers’, must
flounder about in this, until some=
=thing better “turns up”. “Sich is life”,
especially in the army, & we all pray
fervently that some fortunate unforeseen
circumstance may presently “cut it
short;” i.e. our army life
[transcription by Mary Roy Dawson Edwards]
MSS 13925
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