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James was born in Tennessee in 1838. At the time of this writing he is a pvt. in the Confederate Infantry. This is actually a letter, addressed to James's mother and brother, describing the men in his Confederate Army Camp. The piece is not dated but, judging from known facts, an educated guess would set the date in October of 1861. That would be shortly after Jame finished his army training at Camp Trousdale and arrived at Bowling Green, KY, for his first assignment.
Mother & brother I will say to you
I wrote one letter this is too
but I have nothing to tell
only I am sound and well
and we are in kentuckys rang
and camplife is uncommon strange
its mysteries I cannot explain
if I try it will be in vain
all its curiosities one cant know
unless to the camps they go
The sargent the roll will call
but some fellow dont answer at all
then or the following day
you will hear the sargent say
you must go and chop wood
you could answered if you would
the others to drill they go
some in high spirit some low
and on the next days details
for it scarcely ever fails
then some gets verry sad
others frets and gets mad
the cunning and the slick
declars they are sick
and they never fails
to miss all the details
then they are called to drill
they say they are sick still
such men as all of these
their commander wont please
some when detail is gave
do it cheerful and brave
then they go to drill
their place they wish to fill
with countenancees cheer and bright
because they are doing right
give them the praise of heaven
others about four out of seven
their commander they will pleas
because they go if they freeze
if soldiers do exactly right
it shows they came to fight
I will not write any more
on this subject here
when this you see
fail not to write to me
this piece has no title
but composed by J P Lytle
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