We trudged back to camp. Some of us stacked arms. Nobody felt like talking. We just sat around and looked off in space.
The officers got us to set up camp to await the paroling that we were supposed to go through.
Union Troops started walking down the road toward us a little before sunset. Some of us jumped up, but First Sergeant Grooms said to sit down and shut up. A whole passel of Yanks walked toward us.
First Sergeant walked toward them. There was a Union Second Sergeant in their lead. He and Sergeant Grooms saluted each other and we heard that they wanted to share their food with us, since they knew we hadn’t had any for days.
I almost shouted Glory Hallelujah. My stomach was so cramped that I didn’t know if I would ever be able to hold food again.
Sergeant Grooms said we really would appreciate the food and the Yanks started to pass out food to us. We got a fire going to boil some pork and, Bless their Hearts, they even had coffee. Real Coffee.
We might near made ourselves sick eating so much. By the end of the night I think there were more Union soldiers around our campfire than Confederates.