The season of wool and gunpowder opened with battalion drill. The 44th Tennessee, 1st Tennessee, and a consolidation of the 50th Virginia, 5th Virginia, and 19th Virginia met at Hartford City, Indiana to work out the rust of the winter.
I arrived at camp early Friday, finding our new 1st Sergeant, Jeff Carte, unloading some of his gear. We set up the fly and I started a campfire, reporting back to Capt Sharp to keep the beast from rearing for failing our duties.
Winds picked up and spurts of rain kept us running to the fly for cover. A few of us, including Capt Sharp, Pvt Compton, Cpl Cochran, and Pvt Myers decided to try to campaign while the rest of us set up tents. About three times through the night the campaigners had to move from the fire to under the fly to avoid the rain, returning when the drench passed. The third time, Pvt Compton moved to his car when the fly collapsed, dumping a bucket on him.
The temperature dropped to freezing, chilling me awake and keeping from a good sleep.
Well had roll call, then formed the battalion. The winds were high, but sky was clear, though cold. The companies went separate ways to drill, the 1st staying at the cabins behind a hill, while the other two companies went to the top of the hill into a high gale.
After lunch, the weather turned bad, so we relocated battalion drill to the gymnasium at the Indiana National Guard Armory. We drilled a number of maneuvers, but the space was limited. We did finally make it through the day of drill, breaking by mid-afternoon for the weekend.