CHRISTMAS SEASON ON CAMPAIGN-PART 14
The chaplain drifts in to join us around the fire. He has come from Regimental Headquarters. Having him around is cumbersome. At first we trusted him and would tell him our troubles and some of the things we had done that were bad. But when we started to get new restrictions put on us that hindered our foraging and keeping us in camp when near a town, we knew he was telling the officers our sins and secrets. So we all quit going to him with our guilty consciences. He was just a spy for Regimental Headquarters. Anyway, when he arrived at the campfire, all talking stopped. He says hello and we say hello parson, but, once the hellos were made, we just stare into the fire and smoke our pipes. He knew he was unwanted and finally just says good-bye and leaves. We all breathe a sigh of relief.
Everyone is real tired so we all break up the campfire gathering and head to our tents. Tonight I get to be one of the men on the inside of the sleeping arrangement and will be warm during the night for a change. It is funny that little things like this mean so much.