Battle of Gettysburg Day Two.

Battle of Gettysburg day two. My hands are numb and my shoulders shake with the cold. I sit on my **** in the cold damp grass, the campfire does nothing to warm this situation. It just cracks and spits at the damp wood. Hardly a word is said and yet my mind is full of screaming and shouting. If I pissed myself once this day I did it four or five times, never has my cock leaked so much yet I haven"t sh@t in days. Food is low but moral is good and we all have high hopes for tomorrows battle. I am under Pickett"s charge yet my mind is wild and my heart seems to over beat, there is a knot in my stomach the size of my fist, so I think of home to calm down. Virginia. I watch my mother hanging out washing with her thin hands. I gulp and wonder if I shall see her soon. She died three years ago.