(1861) 
Saturday Nov. 17th (Continued)
 After hearing a good sermon, delivered by our chaplain, we returned to quarters, at 5 P.M. had Dress parade.
 What a mighty change has been wrought in the annals of American history within the last year. One year ago today I was comfortably seated in my room in Milford Ind. looking over my school books, then studdying at school. I had pictured a bright and glowing future, but now all my plans have been thwarted by this fratacidal war in our own country. About 10,000 men have already fallen by the sword, and double that no. by disease incident to inactive camp life, and it seems as though the war had scarcely commenced. The contending armies are daily swelling their number, and by next spring there will be at least 1,100,000 soldiers arrayed against each other, like savages, hunting like hounds after foxes to destroy one another. - how shocking it is. The tide of war is once more beginning to dawn in our favor. The rebel victory at Bull Run, cast a gloom over the North from which it did not recover for
