"We are all packed up in camp under marching orders to go two miles
farther to the front, and are quietly waiting for the orders to move,
so while we are waiting I will try to pencil you a little note at
least."
For the first time since I entered the army, with the exception of
temporary colds, I report a slight illness:--
"I have been a little unwell for two or three days past, but we are
having very pleasant weather to-day, and I shall soon be well again. I
cannot afford to be sick at this time; I must wait at least till we get
the enemy out of Corinth or wherever we meet them. I see by the papers
that the reporters have got the enemy out of Corinth. It may be so, but
we don't know it here."