Picket Camp by Warrenton Junction
In the morning the weather is very pleasant. Seven o'clock, I take a very refreshing sponge and footbath in the brook.
A strong patrol under Gronen and Basson
with twentytwo men, are going on reconnaissance. After two hours Gronen
returns with some of the men. At the precise moment we receive orders
to march back into camp. We return and take our meal, then move back
into our previous camp, about two to three gunshots from here.
Finally
Basson arrives with the rest of the men, Forage wagon, I receive a
beautiful Company axe, an indicator and a small hammer. From Basson a
knife and a smelling bottle.
We arrive at our old camping grounds.
Officer's Call. Report that we will get to General Fremont in West Virginia.
A
shot just like a from canon is heard from the Garibaldi Camp next to
us. A report that a Sergeant found a grenade and threw same into the
bivouac fire. WITHOUT FOUNDATION.
The
protection was strong. Infantry and Cavalry. Nevertheless about one
hundred Enemy riders showed up and since no one knows if there were
more riders hiding in the forest, we are sent into our Camp for
security.
During noon General French's Brigade passes through.
One
of the men who stood around the fire at the time of the explosion, had
one of his legs shattered. The wounded man was taken into the hospital
on a stretcher. This hospital is established on a neighboring farm.
Doctor
Idler complains about the lamentable conditions in the Medical
Department, for despite all efforts nothing has been done for same.
There is a shortage of wagons, ambulances. Our Medical supplies are
still in Hunter's Chapel.
The
Director of the Division Hospital and another Doctor do not want to
amputate the wounded man's leg, whereas all the other Doctors have
voiced the opinion that this is the only way to save the man's life.
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