Twenty-five years ago, I began keeping a daily Journal. Recovering from a divorce that left me in total consternation, I realized I needed to make some changes in my life. I was determined to help myself overcome the sadness and fears that had accompanied the divorce, and with some help, realized I needed to make significant changes in my priorities and behaviors. To monitor the progress of these changes, my daily journal was a contemplation of each day's activities. I paid attention to what I was doing each day, and why I was doing it (some of the time). These 25 years of journals are full of less than earth-shattering details, but they helped me become a less reactive and a more reflective man. Keeping the journal has been beneficial, but has often made me wish I had started the effort earlier, particularly during the most formative period of my life, my time as a soldier. Accordingly, this book began to take shape; A Soldier's Journal.

It is also the story of a 20-year-old private in the military whose engaging writing belies his age. He tells of the battles he fought; the games he played; of his friends, fellow soldiers, and officers; and of the regiment's activities in Missouri and Arkansas, at Vicksburg, in Louisiana, and on the Texas Gulf Coast. It is not a complete story of the 33rd Illinois Infantry Regiment, known as the 'Normal Regiment', nor is it a complete roster of regiment members, of those killed, or wounded.

Twenty-five years ago, I began keeping a daily Journal. Recovering from a divorce that left me in total consternation, I realized I needed to make some changes in my life. I was determined to help myself overcome the sadness and fears that had accompanied the divorce, and with some help, realized I needed to make significant changes in my priorities and behaviors. To monitor the progress of these changes, my daily journal was a contemplation of each day’s activities. I paid attention to what I was doing each day, and why I was doing it (some of the time). These 25 years of journals are full of less than earth-shattering details, but they helped me become a less reactive and a more reflective man. Keeping the journal has been beneficial, but has often made me wish I had started the effort earlier, particularly during the most formative period of my life, my time as a soldier. Accordingly, this book began to take shape; A Soldier’s Journal.

Books are merely word pictures. The true artist makes the scene upon the canvas appear life-like and actua1. It has been truly said, that if the biography of any man, however humble his station, were written so truthful and complete as to display his whole inner and outer life, from the cradle to the grave, it would be immortal. To write such a biography is impossible. The writer, like the painter, only produces a likeness; neither creates the real. Many histories of the late war have been written, a perusal of which calls to mind my own soldier life; and in reading of the brave deeds of many officers, as recorded, the thought has often occurred to me, that the simple story of the private soldier's actual army life would not be devoid of interest. Turning occasionally to my army journal, after these many years" the sketches written from time to time by the light of the evening camp fires, appear to me, deeply interesting. They may, perhaps, be entertaining to others. The preservation of the little memorandum book in which my army journal was written is almost miraculous. The knapsack in which they were carried, was often left behind on some forced march, or just before a battle. Other knapsacks were lost. But through all the varied changes, dangers and vicissitudes of three years of a. soldier's life at the front, on the march, in bivouac and battle, this knapsack was never so mislaid or lost as not to bring along its little army journal. These memoranda are simply jottings, made rather as a pastime than with any thought of future use, or of their being of sufficient value to send home for safe keeping; an army blanket was then more highly prized and carefully guarded; yet with all the neglect and hazard attending its journey, this journal always returned and was at the muster out, or these pages could not have been presented. No published histories nor public records have been consulted in compiling this volume. It contains only such matters as were, at the time, deemed of sufficient interest to be noted in my army journal. In reviewing this army journal, I discover that many things written at the age of twenty appear crude and incomplete, twenty years thereafter. At this time I have sometimes felt inclined to erase the words of youthful enthusiasm, wild extravagance, or, perhaps, boyish foolishness, found therein. Such correction would, however, leave the picture less vivid, distinct and real. Hence, with but little change, or even verbal alterations, and omitting only such peculiar personal matters as no one need ask nor expect to see, the pages are presented as they were written twenty years ago. When it is remembered that a majority of the private soldiers were, at enlistment, between the ages of sixteen and twenty-three, it will be realized that a true picture of their soldier life must, of necessity, portray a youthful and immature one. If my comrades of the great Union army, when reading these reminiscences are carried back, in memory, to the old camp fires and army scenes-if their friends in reading the story can, in imagination, see what the soldiers endured and what they accomplished, my object is attained. I have made no attempt to write a war, nor even a regimental history; but this little book is submitted for simply what it c1aims to be-A PICTURE OF A PRIVATE SOLDIER'S ARMY LIFE. A. O. M. JOLIET, ILL., 1883.