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� What shall I say now? can't think of anything only minor things that happen here, you might say I have been away from civilization almost seven months in strange lands, and all I know is what is going on about me, my old temper is coming back on me again, knocking about with roughs and every class of men for a year, you have to be ready to stand up for yourself at all times for if you back down the least bit the whole bunch will see you are a little afraid and nag the life out of you, and there are times when we all get sick and tired of each others company I and the rest have owned up to it, and there is always one or two that get on your nerves the moment you first put your eyes on them, there are fine fellows, gentlemen and all classes are represented in an army. It has been worse sine we got a couple of new drafts of men to take the place of our killed and wounded. I used to feel proud marching along, every one in one step, arm swinging with the old bunch [?], everybody knew each other