I thought I'd share this excerpt I found after an exceptionally boring workday at the Tredegar Iron Works. Colonel Charles S. Wainwright wrote this while at Cold Harbor, 1864:
Wainwright, Charles S. A Diary Of Battle: The Personal Journals Of Colonel Charles S. Wainwright, 1861-1865. Da Capo Press, 1998.
"I was talking with some of the corps staff, when the general returned, and seeing no preparations for the night, he ripped out at his staff generally. I used to think the Charleston hackmen the most profane in the world. Our army swears as badly as did Uncle Toby's in Flanders. I have heard Meade in one of his towering passions. But I never heard anything which could begin to equal the awful oaths poured out tonight; they fairly made my hair stand on end with their profaneness."
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