I was reading through the diaries of corporal Adam Smith of the confederate army when I happened on an instance whereupon he describes the situation of an unfortunate soldier during a time of heavy fighting. I found it to be most interesting. This is what he wrote. "...the soldier was crouched low in his foxhole reading a letter as we had just received the mail along with our much needed supplies. It must have carried the weight of bad news, perhaps a death in the family, or a lover back home could no longer await his return, as tears were streaming down his face as he clutched the sheet of paper between his filthy fingers. He (I believe Wellington to be his name) was all but oblivious to the intense fighting and deafening noise of cannon fire that was all around him, when suddenly there was a tremendous explosion just to his left sending up a huge plume of smoke and a wave of debris into the foxhole in which he had been crouching. In an instant, as if being seared in the backside by a hot poker, he jumped up and began running around like a chicken with it's head cut off shouting all the while 'Madness!...Madness!...Madness!' before being finally shot down".
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I was reading through the diaries of corporal Adam Smith of the confederate army when I happened on an instance whereupon he describes the situation of an unfortunate soldier during a time of heavy fighting. I found it to be most interesting. This is what he wrote.
"...the soldier was crouched low in his foxhole reading a letter as we had just received the mail along with our much needed supplies. It must have carried the weight of bad news, perhaps a death in the family, or a lover back home could no longer await his return, as tears were streaming down his face as he clutched the sheet of paper between his filthy fingers. He (I believe Wellington to be his name) was all but oblivious to the intense fighting and deafening noise of cannon fire that was all around him, when suddenly there was a tremendous explosion just to his left sending up a huge plume of smoke and a wave of debris into the foxhole in which he had been crouching. In an instant, as if being seared in the backside by a hot poker, he jumped up and began running around like a chicken with it's head cut off shouting all the while 'Madness!...Madness!...Madness!' before being finally shot down".
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