...ld hear them singing in their cells. I remember a part of one song. It was a parody on When this cruel war is over, and ran as follows-- Weeping, sad and lonely, O, how bad I feel, Down in Charleston, South Carolina , Praying for a good square meal We could hear our batteries on Morris Island, and often shells would pass over us. The second night we were there two rockets were sent up near the jail, and a...