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Monday.
I was very hungry by this time, having eaten nothing since I was shot Friday.
I called a servant to my ‘bunk’ and told him I wanted something to eat, that I was starving to death.
He said: ‘I am sorry for you, but you will have to do without until regular breakfast.’
I then called for the ward-master.
I made an earnest appeal to him, but without any success.
He said: ‘It is positively against the rules, etc.’
I told him that it was hard, but I guessed I could stand it. Breakfast came about 7 o'clock. The servants waited on me nicely and brought me in plenty to eat. My wardmaster was a wholesouled and jolly kind of a fellow.
I became very much attached to him. His name was Caldwell and he belonged to the First Georgia regulars.
My earnest appeals for something to eat the night I was brought in caused him to become very much attached to me. Frequently the servants would fail to bring me enough to eat.
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