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[Page 56]

Sergeant was shot while standing at our gun. Bullets pouring all over us. All the ground in front of us was covered with accoutrements & dead men here & there. The sun went down on the scene of carnage in its usual smiling way. We were up all night peppering away & as one longed for the night so we longed for the morn to break. In watching across the battle field in the early morning hours you get a fit of nerves & every minute you feel the enemy is going to charge.

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